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FRA FELICE’S LEGACY 23 7
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asked: “Signor Sindaco, what do you intend to
do with it? Do you intend to fasten it to the Roman
Gate?”
“Yes; what else can I do, signora? It is a dead
man’s last wish.”
Donna Elisa would have liked to tell him what
a terrible testament it was, but she checked herself
to speak of the blind.
“ Padre Succi, who directed that the blind should
always be allowed in his church, is also a dead man,”
she interposed.
“ Signora Antonelli, are you beginning with that
too? “ said the syndic, quite kindly. “ It was a
mistake; but why did no one tell me that the blind
frequent the church of Lucia? Now, since it is
decided, I cannot annul the decision; I cannot.”
“But their rights and patents, Signor Sindaco?”
“Their rights are worth nothing. They have
to do with the Jesuits’ monastery, but there is no
longer such a monastery. And tell me, Signora
Antonelli, what will become of me if I yield?”
“The people will love you as a good man.”
“Signora, people will believe that I am a weak
man, and every day I shall have four hundred
laborers’ wives outside the toWn-hall, begging now
for one thing, now for another. It is only to hold
out for one day. To-morrow it will be forgotten.”
“To-morrow!” said Donna Elisa; “we shall
never forget it.”
The syndic smiled, and Donna Elisa saw that he
thought that he knew the people of Diamante much
better than she.
“You think that their hearts are in it?” he said
“I think so, Signor Sindaco.”
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