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58 THE MIRACLES OF AJVTICHRIST
Palmeri, the people began to say: “ He is a fine
gentleman, and they are fine gentlemen who help
him; otherwise they would have found him long
ago.” And the prefect in Catania had come to her.
She received him smiling, and the prefect came as
if to talk of roses, and the beautiful weather. Then
he said: “Will the signorina look at this little
paper? Will the signorina read this little letter?
Will the signorina observe this little signature?”
She read and read. And what did she see? Her
father was not innocent. Her father had taken the
money of others.
When the prefect had left her, she had gone to
her father. “You are guilty,” she said to him.
“ You may do what you will, but I cannot help you
any more.” Oh, she had not known what she said!
She had always been very proud. She had not been
able to bear to have their name stamped with
dishonor. She had wished for a moment that her
father had been dead, rather than that this had
happened to her. Perhaps she had also said it to
him. She did not rightly know what she had said.
But after that God had forsaken her. The most
terrible things had happened. Her father had taken
her at her word. He had gone and given himself
up. And ever since he had been in prison he had
not been willing to see her. He did not answer her
letters, and the food that she sent him he sent back
untouched. That was the most dreadful thing of all.
He seemed to think that she wished to kill him.
She looked at Giannita as anxiously as if she
awaited her sentence of death.
“Why do you not say to me what you have to
say?” she exclaimed. “You are killing me!”
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