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148 THE MIRACLES OF AJVTICHRIST
so that Donna Micaela should not for a moment
forget that her last support had fallen, and that she
was now alone, and without protection from the
infuriated people.
Some one came in and announced that old
Assunta had come. Old Assunta; what did old
Assunta want? Yes, it was she who came to sing
the praises of the dead.
Donna Micaela let Assunta come into the room.
She appeared just as she looked every day, when she
sat and begged on the Cathedral steps; the same
patched dress, the same faded headcloth, and the
same crutch.
Little and bent, she limped forward to the coffin.
She had a shrivelled face, a sunken mouth, and dull
eyes. Donna Micaela said to herself that it was
incarnate helplessness and feebleness who had come
into the room.
The old woman raised her voice and began to
speak in the wife’s name.
“My lord is dead, and I am alone! He who
raised me to his side is dead ! Is it not terrible that
my home has lost its master ? — Why are the shutters
of your windows closed? say the passers-by.—I
answer, I cannot bear to see the light, because my
sorrow is so great; my grief is three-fold. — What,
are so many of your race carried away by the White
Brethren ? — No, none of my race is dead, but I have
lost my husband, my husband, my husband !”
Old Assunta needed to say no more. Donna
Micaela burst into lamentations. The whole room
was filled with the sound of weeping from the
sympathetic women; for there is no grief like losing a
husband. Those who were widows thought of what
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