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26 THE MIRACLES OF AJVTICHRIST
ask him ? No, Father Josef said that he could not
let her depart without seeing him, and he half
dragged Gaetano into the reception-room. There
she stood by one of the windows. She had gray
hair; her skin was brown; her eyes were black and
as round as beads. She had a lace veil on her
head, and her black dress was smooth with wear,
and a little green, like Father Josef’s very oldest
cassock.
She made the sign of the cross when she saw
Gaetano. “ God be praised, he is a true Alagona!”
she said, and kissed his hand.
She said that she was sorry that Gaetano had
reached his twelfth year without any of his family
asking after him; but she had not known that there
were any of the other branch alive. How had she
found it out now ? Well, Luca had read the name in
a newspaper. It had stood among those who had
got a prize. It was a half-year ago now, but it was
a long journey to Palermo. She had had to save
and save to get the money for the journey. She
had not been able to come before. But she had to
come and see him. Santissima madre, she had been
so glad! It was she, Donna Elisa, who was an
Alagona. Her husband, who was dead, had been an
Antonelli. There was one other Alagona, that was
her brother. He, too, lived at Diamante. But
Gaetano probably did not know where Diamante
was. The boy drew his head back. No, she thought
as much, and she laughed.
“Diamante is on Monte Chiaro. Do you know
where Monte Chiaro is ?”
“ No.”
She drew up her eyebrows and looked very roguish.
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