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in palermo 33s
33S
cerns none other on the steamer. His name, his
name !
The pleasure-yacht throws up a few rockets. A
whole heaven of stars rains down. Then it is gone.
He enters the harbor. And there is exultation,
adoration, enthusiasm and cheers. The people
say : " We do not know how he will be able to live
through it"
But as soon as the homage is there, he feels that
he does not at all deserve it. He feels as if he would
like to fall on his knees before these one hundred
and fifty thousand people that render him homage
and beg them to forgive, that he has done nothing
for them, that he is incapable of doing anything for
them.
It so happened that Donna Micaela was in
Palermo this night. She was there to set on foot one of
those new undertakings which she considered she
ought to start in order not to lose her senses. It was
probably on account of the ditching or the
marble-quarry that she was there.
She, like all others, is down at the harbor. One
notices her, where she makes her way down to the
shore : a tall, dark woman with a noble bearing, a
pale face with strong features and suppliant, longing,
passionate eyes.
While the reception progresses in the harbor a
singular struggle within Donna Micaela’s breast is
going on. " Now if this were Gaetano," she thinks,
"could I, could I . .
" If it were around him all these people rejoiced,
could I . . .
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