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250 THE MIR A CLES OF ANTICHRIST
numbers burned if they had not been bound by a
miracle.
It made a poor soul so old and cross to have the
good saints help Donna Micaela, who did not like
Gaetano.
The door-bell jingled violently, and Donna Elisa
rose from old habit. It was Donna Micaela. She
was joyful, and came toward Donna Elisa with out
stretched hands. But Donna Elisa turned away,
and could not press her hand.
Donna Micaela was in raptures. “Ah, Donna
Elisa, you have helped my railway. What can I
say? How shall I thank you?”
“ Never mind about thanking me, sister-in-law!”
“Donna Elisa!”
“ If the saints wish to give us a railway, it must
be because Diamante needs it, and not because they
love you.”
• Donna Micaela shrank back. At last she thought
she understood why Donna Elisa was angry with
her. “If Gaetano were at home,” she said. She
stood and pressed her hand to her heart and moaned.
“ If Gaetano were at home he would not allow you
to be so cruel to me.”
“Gaetano? — would not Gaetano?”
“ No, he would not. Even if you are angry with
me because I loved him while my husband was alive,
you would not dare to upbraid me for it if he were
at home.”
Donna Elisa lifted her eyebrows a little. “You
think that he could prevail upon me to be silent
about such a thing,” she said, and her voice was
very strange.
“But, Donna Elisa,” Donna Micaela whispered
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