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THE OUTCAST ’ 19
she had not been at all willing to give him the
valuable Madonna. In its stead she had given him
a little ragged, dirty image of the Christchild, which
she thought she could spare without regret.
Ah, what joy and expectation old Fra Felice had
felt, and then had been so disappointed! He could
not be satisfied; he came back time after time to
beg for the other image. It was such a valuable
image that he could not have bought it with all that
he begged in a whole year. At last the great
benefactress had dismissed him; and it was then that
Donna Micaela had found him.
As they went along the street, she began to talk
to the old man and won his story from him. He
had the image with him, and right in the street he
stopped, showed it to her, and asked her if she had
ever seen a more miserable object.
Donna Micaela looked at the image for a moment
with stupefaction. Then she smiled and said: “Lend
me the image for a few days, Fra Felice!”
“You can take it and keep it,” said the old man.
“ May it never come before my eyes again!”
Donna Micaela took the image home and worked
on it for two days. When she then sent it to Fra
Felice it shone with newly polished shoes; it had
a fresh, clean dress; it was painted, and in its crown
shone bright stones of many colors.
He was so beautiful, the outcast, that Fra Felice
placed him on the empty altar in his church.
• ••••••••
It was very early one morning. The sun had not
risen, and the broad sea was scarcely visible. It
was really very early. The cats were still roaming
about the roofs; no smoke rose from the chimneys;
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