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THE OUTCAST ’
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The landlady was very pale and humble. She
scarcely dared to lift her eyes from the ground.
She would have liked to creep about on her knees
to prevail upon the rich signorina to remain.
“Do you dare to speak to her, Donna Micaela?”
she said. “ May God help you to speak to her!
Alas! tell her that the Neapolitan boy, who was the
cause of the whole misfortune, has been turned out
of the town. Tell her that they all wish to make
amends. Speak to her, signora!”
The landlady took Donna Micaela to the
Englishwoman’s drawing-room and went in with her card.
She came back immediately and asked her to wait
a few minutes. Signorina Tottenham was having a
business talk with Signor Favara.
It was the very moment when the advocate Favara
asked Miss Tottenham’s hand in marriage; and
while Donna Micaela waited she heard him say
quite loud: “You must not go away, signorina!
What will become of me if you go away? I love
you; I cannot let you go. I should not have dared
to speak if you had not threatened to go away.
But now — ”
He lowered his voice again, but Donna Micaela
would hear no more and went away. She saw that
she was superfluous. If Signor Favara could not
succeed in keeping the great benefactress, no one
could.
When she went out again through the gateway the
landlord was standing there quarrelling with the old
Franciscan, Fra Felice. He was so irritated that
he not only quarrelled with Fra Felice, he also
drove him from his house.
“Fra Felice,” he cried, “you come to make more
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