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244 THE MIR A CLES OF ANTICHRIST
“Here, Donna Elisa,” said Fra Felice, “here are
the five numbers that win next Saturday. They
have been revealed to me, and I have written them
down. And the syndic shall take these numbers
and have them fastened up on the Roman Gate,
where everything of importance is published. And
he shall let the people know that it is my testament.
I bequeath it to the people. Five winning
numbers, a whole quintern, Donna Elisa!”
Donna Elisa took the envelope and promised to
give it to the syndic. She could do nothing else,
for poor Fra Felice had not many minutes left to
live.
“When Saturday comes,” said Fra Felice, “there
will be many who will think of Fra Felice. ’ Can
old Fra Felice have deceived us ?’ they will ask
themselves. * Can it be possible for us to win the
whole quintern ?’
“ On Saturday evening there is a drawing on the
balcony of the town-hall in Catania, Donna Elisa.
Then they carry out the lottery-wheel and table,
and the managers of the lottery are there, and the
pretty little poor-house child. And one number
after another is put into the lucky wheel until they
are all there, the whole hundred.
“All the people stand below and tremble in
expectation, as the sea trembles before the
storm-wind.
“Everybody from Diamante will be there, and
they will stand quite pale and hardly daring to look
one another in the face. Before, they have believed,
but not now. Now they think that old Fra Felice
has deceived them. No one dares to cherish the
smallest hope.
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