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FRA FELICE’S LEGACY 23 7
out my hand to take the holy water; I courtesied as I
went by the high altar; and I listened for the little
bell that always rings when Father Rossi comes to
the mass. Donna Elisa, there was no holy water,
no altar, no bell; there was nothing!”
“ Poor thing, poor thing,” said Donna Elisa.
“ Then I hear how they are hammering and
pounding up in a window. ’ What are you doing with
Sor Arrigo ?’ I cry, for I hear instantly that it is
in Sor Arrigo’s window.
“’ We are going to carry him away,’ they answer
me.
“ Just then the priest, Don Matteo, comes to me,
takes me by the hand, and explains everything.
And I am almost angry with the priest when he says
that it is for a theatre. They want our church for
a theatre!
“’ Where is Father Succi ?’ I say instantly. ’ Is
Father Succi still here?’ And he leads me to
Father Succi. He has to lead me, for I cannot find
my way. Since they have taken away all the chairs
and praying-desks and carpets and platforms and
folding steps, I cannot find my way. Before, I
found my way about here as well as you.”
."The priest will find you another church,” said
Donna Elisa. “Donna Elisa,” said the old woman,
“what are you saying? You might as well say
that the priest can give us sight. Can Don
Matteo give us a church where we see, as we saw in
this ? None of us needed a guide here. There,
Donna Elisa, stood an altar; the flowers on it
were red as Etna at sunset, and we saw it. We
counted sixteen wax-lights over the high altar on
Sundays, and thirty on festival days. We could see
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