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68 THE MIRACLES OF AJVTICHRIST
Mongibello’s snow top — so near to-day that one
could almost touch it — had all been so gay.
Now, when the poor black lady came into the
midst of it all, they had stared at her, and some had
made the sign of the cross. And the children had
rushed down from the steps of the town-hall, where
they were riding on the railing, and had followed
her at a few feet’s distance. And even the lazy
Piero, who had been asleep in the corner of the
balustrade, had raised himself on his elbow. It had
been a resurrection, as if the black Madonna from
the cathedral had come strolling by.
But had no one thought that it was unkind that
all stared at the black lady? Had no one been
moved when she came so slowly and painfully?
Yes, yes; one had been touched, and that had
been Don Ferrante. He had the music in his heart;
he was a good man and he thought: “ Curses on all
those funds that are gathered together for the poor,
and that only bring people misfortune! Is not that
poor Signorina Palmeri, whose father has stolen
from a charitable fund, and who is now so ashamed
that she dares not show her face ?” And, as he
thought of it, Don Ferrante went towards the black
lady and met her just by the church door.
There he made her a bow, and mentioned his
name. “If I am not mistaken,” Don Ferrante had
said, “you are Signorina Palmeri. I have a favor
to ask of you.”
Then she had started and taken a step backwards,
as if to flee, but she had waited.
“It concerns my sister, Donna Elisa,” he had
said. “ She knew your mother, signorina, and she
is consumed with a desire to make your acquaintance.
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