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110 the miracles of antichrist.
Corso, that one could hardly force one’s way through.
For all must pass through Porta Etnea to see the
bells swing and swing, and convince themselves that
no one touched the rope. And all who came there,
fell on their knees on the road, where the water ran
in streams and the mud was bottomless.
The gates of San Pasquale’s church were closed as
always, but outside, the old gray friar Fra Felice
went around among the suppliants with a brass plate
and received gifts.
One by one the terrified people walked up to the
image of San Pasquale, under the baldachin, and
kissed its hand. One elderly woman came carrying
something very carefully and sheltering it with a
green umbrella. It was a glass of water and oil, in
which a little wick swam and flickered with a feeble
flame. She placed it before the image, and knelt
before it.
Although it occurred to many that one ought to
try to fasten the bells, there was no one who dared
propose it, because one dared not silence the voice
of God.
Neither did anyone dare to say that it was a
device of old Fra Felice to collect money. Fra Felice
was loved. Woe to him who had said anything
of the kind.
Donna Micaela also came out to San Pasquale and
brought her father with her. She came with head
erect and wholly without fear. She came there to
thank Him, who rang in the great passion into
her soul. " My life begins this day " she said to
herself.
Neither did it appear as though Don Ferrante was
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