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230 THE MIR A CLES OF ANTICHRIST
Fra Felice himself came in and told her of the
two miracles the image had already worked.
“ Signorina Tottenham was very stupid to let the
image go, if it is such a miracle-worker,” said Donna
Elisa.
So they all thought. Signorina Tottenham had
owned the image many years, and she had not
noticed anything. It probably could not work
miracles; it was only a coincidence.
It was unfortunate that Donna Elisa would not
believe. She was the only one of the old Alagonas
left in Diamante, and the people followed her, more
than they themselves knew. If Donna Elisa had
believed, the whole town would have helped Donna
Micaela.
But Donna Elisa could not believe that God and
the saints wished to aid her sister-in-law.
She had watched her since the festival of San
Sebastiano. Whenever any one spoke of Gaetano,
she turned pale, and looked very troubled. Her
features became like those of a sinful man, when he
is racked with the pangs of conscience.
Donna Elisa sat and thought of it one morning,
and it was so engrossing that she let her needle rest.
“Donna Micaela is no Etna woman,” she said to
herself. “ She is on the side of the government;
she is glad that Gaetano is in prison.”
Out in the street at that same moment people
came carrying a great stretcher. On it lay heaped
up a mass of church ornaments; chandeliers and
shrines and reliquaries. Donna Elisa looked up
for a moment, then returned to her thoughts.
“ She would not let me adorn the house of the
Alagonas on the festival of San Sebastiano,” she
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