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a jettatore
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He reminded her of how his crown had rolled to
Gaetano’s feet, when the latter had become angry
with the brigands. Perhaps the Christ-image did
not wish that she should drive away the jettatore.
Still she had real cause to fear the jettatore. And
it was wrong of him to come to her feast. She must
manage to get rid of him.
Donna Micaela had passed through the whole
church and now stood gazing at the image of Christ.
She could not say a word to the man who followed her.
She remembered how much compassion she had
felt for him only a minute ago because he had
been a prisoner, like Gaetano. She had felt so glad
that she had been able to persuade him to come out
into the world. What did she want to do now ?
Did she wish to send him back to prison ?
She remembered both her father and Gaetano.
Should this be the third one whom she. . . .
She stood silent, struggling with herself. At
length the jettatore began speaking.
" Well, signorina, is it true, that you now have had
enough of me ? "
Donna Micaela made a contradictory gesture.
" Do you not wish me to return to my cell ? "
" I do not understand you, signor."
" Yes, yes, you understand. Something terrible
has happened to you to-day. You have an entirely
different look now from that you had this morning."
" I am very tired," said Donna Micaela evasively.
The man came close up to her as if to extort from
her the truth. Question and answer followed each
other in rapid succession.
" Don’t you see that your feast is about to become
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