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98 THE MIRACLES OF AJVTICHRIST
She did not wake till the clock struck nine the next
morning. And then Gaetano was already gone.
She could not tell him that she had changed her
mind.
But she did not think of it either. During her
sleep something new and strange had come over her.
It seemed to her that in the night she had lived in
heaven and was filled with bliss.
What saint is there who does more for man than
San Pasquale? Does it not sometimes happen to
you to stand and talk in some lonely place in the
woods or plains, and either to speak ill of some one
or to make plans for something foolish ? Now please
notice that just as you are talking and talking you
hear a rustling near by, and look round in wonder to
see if some one has thrown a stone. It is useless to
look about long for the thrower of the stone. It
comes from San Pasquale. As surely as there is
justice in heaven, it was San Pasquale who heard
you talking evil, and threw one of his stones in
warning.
And any one who does not like to be disturbed in
his evil schemes may not console himself with the
thought that San Pasquale’s stones will soon come
to an end. They will not come to an end at all.
There are so many of them that they will hold out
till the last day of the world. For when San Pasquale
lived here on the earth, do you know by chance
what he did, do you know what he thought about
more than anything else? San Pasquale gave heed
to all the little flint-stones that lay in his path, and
gathered them up into his bag. You, signor, you
will scarcely stoop to pick up a soldo, but San
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