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8 THE MIRACLES OF AJVTICHRIST
her right if Gaetano despised her and thought her
forward.
Yet she had meant no harm. The only thing she
had desired had been to find out if Gaetano loved
her.
Several weeks again passed and Donna Micaela
still sat with Don Ferrante.
But one day Donna Elisa had tempted her out.
“ Come with me into my garden, sister-in-law, and
see my big magnolia-tree. You have never seen
anything so beautiful.”
She had gone with Donna Elisa across the street
and had come into her court-yard. And Donna
Elisa’s magnolia was like the shining sun, so that
people were aware of it even before they saw it.
At a great distance the fragrance lay and rocked in
the air, and there was a murmuring of bees, and a
twittering of birds.
When Donna Micaela saw the tree she could
hardly breathe. It was very high and broad, with
a beautifully even growth, and its large, firm leaves
were of a fresh, dark green. But now it was entirely
covered with great, bright flowers, that lighted and
adorned it so that it looked as if dressed for a feast,
and one felt an intoxicating joy streaming forth
from the tree. Donna Micaela almost lost
consciousness, and a new and irresistible power took
possession of her. She drew down one of the stiff
branches, and without breaking it spread out the
flower that it bore, took a needle and began to prick
letters on the flower leaf. “What are you doing,
sister-in-law?” asked Donna Elisa. —"Nothing,
nothing.” — “In my time young girls used to prick
love-letters on the magnolia-blossoms.” — “Perhaps
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