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FRA GAETANO
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II
FRA GAETANO
Gaetano had lived with Donna Elisa a month, and
had been as happy as a child can be. Merely to
travel with Donna Elisa had been like driving
behind gazelles and birds of paradise; but to live
with her was to be carried on a golden litter, screened
from the sun.
Then the famous Franciscan, Father Gondo, came
to Diamante, and Donna Elisa and Gaetano went up
to the square to listen to him. For Father Gondo
never preached in a church; he always gathered the
people about him by fountains or at the town gates.
The square was swarming with people; but Gaetano,
who sat on the railing of the court-house steps,
plainly saw Father Gondo where he stood on the
curb-stone. He wondered if it could be true that
the monk wore a horse-hair shirt under his robes,
and that the rope that he had about his waist was full
of knots and iron points to serve him as a scourge.
Gaetano could not understand what Father Gondo
said, but one shiver after another ran through him
at the thought that he was looking at a saint.
When the Father had spoken for about an hour, he
made a sign with his hand that he would like to rest
a moment. He stepped down from the steps of the
fountain, sat down, and rested his face in his hands.
While the monk was sitting so, Gaetano heard a
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