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40 the miracles of antichrist
seated himself and leaned his face in his hands.
While the monk sat thus, Gaetano heard a dull
murmur. He had never heard anything like that before.
He looked around to learn what it could be. It
was the whole multitude speaking.
" Blessed, blessed, blessed ! " they all said at once.
Most of them only whispered and mumbled, no one
spoke out loud, their devotion was too great for that.
And all had simultaneously found the same words:
" Blessed, blessed!" reverberated all over the
market-place. " Blessing upon thy lips, blessing upon
thy tongue, blessing upon thy heart! "
The voices sounded dull, suppressed by weeping
and emotion, and yet it seemed as though a storm
had swept through the air. It was like the sound in
thousands of sea-shells.
This touched Gaetano more by far than the monk’s
sermon. He was at a loss what to do; for this
gentle murmur affected him deeply, it seemed as
though it would stifle him. He climbed up on the
balustrade, raised himself above all the others, and
began to repeat the same as they, only much louder,
so that his cry penetrated all the others.
Donna Elisa hearing this, appeared to become
displeased. She drew Gaetano down, and would
not remain any longer, but went home with him.
But in the middle of the night Gaetano rose from
his bed. He put on his clothes, tied together his
possessions in a bundle, put his hat on his head and
his shoes under his arms. He was going to run
away. He could no longer bear to live with Donna
Elisa.
Diamante and Mongibello were nothing to him,
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