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228 . the miracles of antichrist
He then knelt before her, and bowed his head so
low that he could kiss the hem of her skirt.—
" You are kind, you are very kind. I will never
forget this. O, were I not what I am, how I would
serve you !"
" You shall serve me," she said. And his
happi-piness so moved her that she no longer feared that
he might harm her.
He started up. " I will tell you something. You
cannot cross the floor, without stumbling, if I look
at you."
" Oh ! " she said.
" Try ! "
And she tried. But she was quite timid. Ever
since she had taken her first steps, she had never felt
so insecure. But then she thought, " If it were for
Gaetano’s sake I could do it." And she did it.
She walked back and forth across the floor of
the church. " Shall I do it once more ?" He
nodded.
While she walked, the thought occurred to her,
that the Christ-child had taken the curse from him in
order that he might aid her. She turned abruptly
and came back to him.
" Do you know, do you know, you are no
jettatore ! "
" Am I not?’
" No, no," she took him by the shoulders and
shook him. " Don’t you see, don’t you
understand ? It is taken away from you."
The voice of the little Gandolfo was heard in the
passage outside the church. " Donna Micaela,
Donna Micaela, where are you. We’ve got such a
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