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A GREAT MAN’S WIFE 189
While some were content to laugh at Donna
Micaela, some were angry with her.
She went to the cellar-like shop near the old
Benedictine monastery, where Master Pamphilio
related romances of chivalry. She came to ask him
if he would come to her bazaar and entertain the
public with Charlemagne and his paladins; but as
he was in the midst of a story, she had to sit down
on a bench and wait.
Then she noticed Donna Concetta, Master
Pam-philio’s wife, who was sitting on the platform at
his feet knitting a stocking. As long as Master
Pamphilio was speaking, Donna Concetta’s lips
moved. She had heard his romances so many times
that she knew them by heart, and said the words
before they had passed Master Pamphilio’s lips.
But it was always the same pleasure to her to hear
him, and she wept, and she laughed, as she had
done when she heard him for the first time.
Master Pamphilio was an old man, who had spoken
much in his day, so that his voice sometimes failed
him in the big battle-scenes, when he had to speak
loud and fast. But Donna Concetta, who knew it
all by heart, never took the word from Master
Pamphilio. She only made a sign to the audience
to wait until his voice came back. But if his
memory failed him, Donna Concetta pretended that
she had dropped a stitch, raised the stocking to her
eyes, and threw him the word behind it, so that no
one noticed it. And every one knew that although
Donna Concetta perhaps could have told the romances
better than Master Pamphilio, she would never have
been willing to do such a thing, not only because
it was not fitting for a woman, but also because it
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