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FLIGHT
At that time the little image from Aracoeli was still
in Diamante.
The Englishwoman who owned it had been
fascinated by Diamante. She had not been able to
bring herself to leave it.
She had hired the whole first floor of the hotel,
and had established herself there as in a home. She
bought for large sums everything she could find in
the way of old pots and old coins. She bought
mosaics, and altar-pictures, and holy images. She
thought that she would like to make a collection of
all the saints of the church.
She heard of Gaetano, and sent him a message to
come to her at the hotel.
Gaetano collected what he had carved during the
last few days and took them with him to Miss
Tottenham. She was much pleased with his little
images, and wished to buy them all.
But the rich Englishwoman’s rooms were like the
lumber-rooms of a museum. They were filled with
every conceivable thing, and there was confusion
and disorder everywhere. Here stood half-empty
trunks; there hung cloaks and hats; here lay
paintings and engravings; there were guide-books,
railway time-tables, tea-sets, and alcohol lamps;
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