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44 the miracles of antichrist
bow down to Fra Gaetano, and never more call him
a stupid monk boy.
And Donna Elisa would be so happy.
• • • • •
Ah . . . Gaetano started up and awoke. It was
morning and Donna Elisa and Pacifica stood looking
at him. And Gaetano sat on the step with his shoes
under his arm, his hat on his head and the bundle at
his feet. But Donna Elisa and Pacifica were
weeping. " He wanted to run away from us," they said.
" Why do you sit here, Gaetano?"
" Donna Elisa, I wanted to run away."
Gaetano was in good spirits and answered as
boldly as if it had been the most natural thing in
the world.
"You wanted to run away?" repeated Donna
Elisa.
" I wanted to live on Etna and be a hermit."
" And why do you sit here now ? "
" I don’t know, Donna Elisa, I must have fallen
asleep."
Donna Elisa could no longer hide her grief. She
pressed her hands to her heart, as though she felt a
terrible pain, and she wept violently.
" But now I will stay, Donna Elisa," said Gaetano.
" You, stay! " cried Donna Elisa. " You may
just as well go. Look at him, Pacifica, that is the
way an ingrate looks! He is no Alagona. He is
an adventurer."
The blood rushed to Gaetano’s face, and he arose
and struck out with his hand in a way that greatly
amazed Donna Elisa. All the men of her family
had done just like that. It was her father and her
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