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158 THE MIRACLES OF AJVTICHRIST
what was going on in Donna Elisa’s garden. It was
at sunset, when Etna glowed red, that she had
always thought of Gaetano. It seemed as if they
both had been waiting for it. And they had both
arranged how it would be when Gaetano came. She
had only feared that he would be too fiery, and too
passionately wild. And he talked only of those
dreadful Socialists, whom she detested and feared.
He talked a long time. She saw Etna grow pale
and become bronze-brown, and then the darkness
came. She knew that there would be moonlight.
There she sat quite still, and hoped for help from
the moonlight. She herself could do nothing. She
was entirely in his power. But when the
moonlight came, it did not help either. He continued to
talk of capitalists and working-men.
Then it seemed to her as if there could be but one
explanation for all this. He must have ceased to
love her.
Suddenly she remembered something. It was a
week ago. It was the same day that Gaetano had
come home. She had come into Giannita’s room,
but she had walked so softly that Giannita had not
heard her. She had seen Giannita stand as if in
ecstasy, with up-stretched arms and up-turned face.
And in her hands she held a picture. First she
carried it to her lips and kissed it, then she lifted
it up over her head and looked up to it in rapture.
And the picture had been of Gaetano.
When Donna Micaela had seen that, she had
gone away as silently as she had come. She had
only thought then that Giannita was to be pitied if
she loved Gaetano. But now, when Gaetano only
talked socialism, now she remembered it,
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