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50 THE MIRACLES OF AJVTICHRIST
Giannita offered her the basket of flowers, and
she graciously accepted it. She looked long and
thoughtfully at Giannita, walked round her, and was
fascinated by her smooth, even curls. When she
had seen them, she ran after a knife, cut the
pomegranate and gave Giannita half.
While they ate the fruit, they held each other’s
hand and both said: —
“ Sister, sister, sister mine!
Thou art mine, and I am thine,
Thine my house, my bread and wine,
Thine my joys, my sacrifice,
Thine my place in Paradise.”
Then they kissed each other and called each other
god-sister.
“You must never fail me, god-sister,” said the
little signorina, and both the children were very
serious and moved.
They had become such good friends in the short
time that they cried when they parted.
But then twelve years went by and the two god
sisters lived each in her own world and never met.
During the whole time Giannita was quietly in her
home and never came to Catania.
But then something really strange happened.
Giannita sat one afternoon in the room back of the
shop embroidering. She was very skilful and was
often overwhelmed with work. But it is trying to
the eyes to embroider, and it was dark in Giannita’s
room. She had therefore half-opened the door into
the shop to get a little more light.
Just after the clock had struck four, the old
miller’s widow, Rosa Alfari, came walking by.
Donna Olivia’s shop was very attractive from the
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