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sirocco 159
talk with you, Donna Micaela!" he said at last.
" Let me explain to you ! M
At the same moment he put on a patient
expression. He talked socialism to her, so plain and simple
that a child ought to have understood.
Nevertheless she was far from following him. She
might have been able perhaps, but she did not want
to. Just then she did not wish to hear of socialism.
The sight of him had had such a marvelous effect
upon her. The ground had commenced to tremble
under her. And something sublime and blissful had
passed through her and enraptured her. " O God,
it is he that I love," she said to herself. " It is really
he."
Before she saw him, she had known very well what
she should say to him. She should have led him
back to his childhood’s faith. She should have
shown him that this new doctrine was detestable and
awful. But then love came. That made her
confused and stupid. She could answer him nothing.
She only sat and felt astonished that he could talk.
She wondered if he now was much handsomer
than formerly. Before she had not become so
bewildered at all, when she had seen him. She had
never felt so completely carried away. Or was it
this, that now he had become a free, strong man ? She
became frightened when she felt how he mastered her.
She dared not contradict him. She did not even
dare to speak for fear of bursting out into tears.
Had she dared to speak, she would not have talked
politics. She would have told him what she had
experienced the day when the bells rang. Or she
would have begged to be allowed to kiss his hand.
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