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154 the miracles of antichrist
Shot upon shot came thundering. Then were
heard the cries and din of a crowd rushing down the
street.
“It is the uprising; it must be the uprising!
Ah, long live socialism !”
He was filled with joy. Entire faith in his belief
came back to him. He would win her too. Women
have never refused to belong to the victor.
They both hurried without another word through
the garden to the door. There Gaetano began to
swear and call. He could not get out. There was
no key in the lock. He was shut into the garden.
He looked about. There were high walls on three
sides, and on the fourth an abyss. There was no
way out for him. But from the town came a
terrible noise. The people were rushing up and down;
there were shots and cries. And they heard them
yell: “ Long live freedom ! Long live socialism !
He threw himself against the door, and almost
shrieked. He was imprisoned; he could not take
part.
Donna Micaela came up to him as quickly as she
could. Now, since she had heard him, she no
longer thought of keeping him back.
“ Wait, wait!” she said. “ I took the key.”
“ You, you !” he said.
“ I took it when I came. It occurred to me that
I could keep you shut in here if you should want to
cause an uprising. I wished to save you.”
“What folly!” he said, and snatched the key
from her.
While he stood and fumbled to find the key-hole,
he still had time to say something.
“ Why do you not want to save me now ?”
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