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143
Micaela with greater anguish than she had ever felt
before.
This was what the qualmy days of the autumn
had foreboded. And to think that it should be just
he, who shook down the lightning from the clouds.
Why had she not expected this long ago !
This was chastisement and revenge ! To think
that he should be the one to usher in misfortune.
For the last days she had been calmer. She had
heard that all the socialists round about the island
had been imprisoned. And all the small flames of
rebellion ignited in the mountain hamlets had been
quelled. It had almost looked as if the insurrection
would come to naught.
But now the last Alagona was come, and him the
people would follow. There would be commotion
among the dark groups at the market-place. The
men in the linen-clothes would cross Simeto. Falco
Falcone’s robber band would climb up out of the
quarry.
The next evening Gaetano was at the
marketplace. He had been sitting by the well watching the
people coming to get water. For two years he had
had to deny himself the pleasure of seeing the
slender maidens lift the heavy water-jars on their
heads and walk away with steady, solemn steps.
But it was not the young maidens alone, who
came to the well, but people of all ages. And when
he saw how poor and wretched most of them were,
he began to talk to them of the future. He promised
them that the times would soon be better. He told
the aged Assunta, that hereafter she should have
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