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only of this world
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" Let him not burn the image, Gandolfo! "
The monk had repeated his question once, twice,
three times.—No one stepped forward to defend the
image. But the little Gandolfo crept nearer and
nearer.
Nearer and nearer the fire Father Gondo conveyed
the image.
Positively Gaetano had bent forward. Positively
a proud smile passed over his face. Donna Micaela
understood that he felt that Diamante now fell to
him. The monk’s frantic proceeding made
Gaetano master over the souls.
She looked around terrified. Her gaze flew from
face to face. Was the same thing taking place
within the souls of all these as in hers ? She fancied
she saw that it was.
" Thou, Antichrist," said Father Gondo
threateningly, " seest thou that no one has thought of his
soul so long as thou hast been here.—Thou must
perish."
So Father Gondo laid the ejected image on the
pyre.
But it had not lain there more than a moment
before Gandolfo seized it. He seized it, lifted it high
above his head and ran.
Father Gondo’s pilgrims hurried after him, in a
hot chase down the steeps of Monte Chiaro.
But the little Gandolfo saved the image.
Down the road came a large, ponderous carriage.
Gandolfo, whose pursuers were close behind him,
knew of nothing else to do than to throw the image
into the carriage.
Then he quietly allowed himself to be taken.
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