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i so the miracles of* antichrist
And all this opened Gaetano’s eyes. He blushed
suddenly, bit his lip and began packing together his
images.
He had caught sight of an image of the
Christ-child. It was the ejected image standing there in
the midst of all this confusion, with its poor crown
on its head and brass-shoes on his feet. The paint
was scraped off the face, the rings and ornaments were
tarnished, and the swaddle was yellow with age.
When Gaetano saw this, he did not wish to sell
his images to Miss Tottenham, but was just about to
go away. When she asked what the matter was with
him, his anger broke loose and he began to chide
her.
Did she know that many of the things she had
around her were holy ?
Did she know or didn’t she know, that this was the
holy Christ-child ? And she had let it lose three
fingers on one hand and let the gems fall out of the
crown, and had let it lie there, soiled and tarnished
and dishonored. And if she treated the image of
God’s own Son like that, how would she treat
others ? He would not sell her anything.
When Gaetano railed against her in this way, Miss
Tottenham was delighted, delighted.
Here was the true faith, and the right and holy
wrath. And this young man must become an artist.
To England, to England he must go ! She would
send him to the great master, her friend, who was
trying to reform art, to him, who wished to teach
the people how to make beautiful household
furnishings, beautiful church interiors, who wished to
make a new world.
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