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a jettatore 83
lot of people, Donna Micaela. Do you hear, do you
hear? "
" Has the rain ceased ?" said the jettatore in an
unsteady voice.
" It does not rain, how can it rain ? The image of
Christ has taken the curse away from you, in order
that you may serve his railroad."
The man tottered and groped in the air with his
hands. " It is gone. Yes, I believe it is gone. A
moment ago it was there. But. . . ."
Again he wanted to fall on his knees to Donna
Micaela.
" Not to me, to it, to it," she said, pointing to the
image of Christ.
But he fell down before her nevertheless. He
kissed her hands and between convulsive sobs he told
her how people had persecuted and shunned him and
how full of misery his life had been.
The following day the jettatore was at work
staking out a road. And he was not more dangerous
than any other person.
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