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(1899) [MARC] Author: Selma Lagerlöf Translator: Selma Ahlström Trotz
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228 . the miracles of antichrist

" Well, Donna Micaela, I shut myself in and
withdrew from all contact with the world. When a year
had passed, I had become calm. I asked myself
why I lived so secluded. ’ Surely you are a harmless
man,’ I said ; ’you would do injury to no one. Why
do you live as wretchedly as a misdoer?’ I had
just decided to enter into life again, when I chanced
to meet Fra Felice in one of the passages. ’ Fra
Felice, where is the cat ?’—’ The cat, signor ?’—
’ Yes, the cloister cat, that used to come and get
milk with me. Where is he now ?’—’ He was caught
in a rat-trap.’—’In a rat-trap, Fra Felice?’—’He
got his paw into a wire trap, and could not extricate
himself. He dragged himself to one of the garrets,
and died there of hunger.’ What do you say to
that, Donna Micaela ? "

" Should you be to blame because the cat died? "

" I am a jettatore."

She shrugged her shoulders.

" Oh, how absurd ! "

" As the time passed, there woke again within me
a desire to live. Then Gandolfo knocked at my door
and invited me to your feast. Why should I not
go? It is impossible to believe of oneself that one
brings misfortune simply by appearing. Only to
get ready, Donna Micaela, was a feast, to take out
one’s black clothes, to brush them and put them on.
But as I came down to the place of festivity, it was
desolate, the rain poured in torrents, your Venetian
lanterns were filled with water. And you yourself
looked as though you had encountered all life’s
misfortunes in a single day. When you saw me your
face became ashy from terror. I asked some one :

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