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a jettatore
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Gaetano’s life ! She burst into convulsive
weeping, when she again beheld the open sky above her.
A little later, as they were standing on an open
loggia, Gandolfo pointed out to her a window with
blinds and green awnings.
" Does any one live there ? " she asked.
" Yes, Donna Micaela."
Gandolfo related that a man lived there, who
never went out except at night, a man, who never
spoke to any one.
" Is he insane ? " asked Donna Micaela.
" O, no, he is as sane as you or I. It is said,
however, that he is obliged to hide. He fears the
government."
Donna Micaela became very much interested in
this man. " What is his name? " he said.
" I call him Signor Alfredo."
" How does he get food?" she asked.
" I prepare his food," said Gandolfo.
" And clothes ? "
" I get them for him, I—I also provide him with
books and papers."
Donna Micaela was silent a while. " Gandolfo,"
she said and handed him a rose, which she held in
her hand, " lay that on the tray, next time you
carry food to your poor prisoner! "
After that Donna Micaela sent almost every day
some trifle to the man at the monastery. It might
be a flower, a book or some fruit. It was such a
pleasure for her. She almost succeeded in fancying
that it was Gaetano to whom she was sending all
this.
On the day appointed for the fair, Donna Micaela
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