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the garden to the portal. There Gaetano began to
swear and shout. He could not get out. There was
no key in the lock. He was shut up in the garden.
He looked round. On three sides were high walls,
on the fourth was the precipice. There was no way
out. But from the city a frightful uproar was heard.
People rushed back and forth, there were shots and
cries! And above all were heard their yells of:
" Long live liberty, long live socialism ! " He threw
himself against the portal, and he too almost howled.
He was caught. He could not join them.
Donna Micaela came up to him as speedily as she
could. Now, after she had heard him, she thought
no more of keeping him back.
" Wait! Wait! " she said. " It is I who have
taken the key."
" You, you ! " he said.
" I took it when I came. It occurred to me that
1 could keep you locked in here, should you want
to rebel. I wished to save you."
" What folly! " he said, snatching the key.
While he stood groping after the key-hole, he
still had time to say something.
" Why will you not save me now ? "
She did not answer.
" Perhaps because your God would then have an
opportunity to destroy me."
She continued silent.
" Dare you not protect me from his anger? "
" No, I dare not," she said softly.
" You believers are terrible," he said.
He felt that she cast him off. That she did not
make one effort to induce him to stay took away his
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