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260 the miracles of antichrist
might be a flower, a book or some fruit. It was
her greatest pleasure. She amused herself with her
fancies. She almost succeeded in imagining that
she was sending all these things to Gaetano.
When the day for the bazaar came, Donna Micaela
was in the cloister early in the morning. “ Gandolfo,”
she said, “you must go up to your prisoner and
ask him if he will come to the entertainment this
evening.”
Gandolfo soon came back with the answer. “ He
thanks you very much, Donna Micaela,” said the
boy. “He will come.”
She was surprised, for she had not believed that
he would venture out. She had only wished to
show him a kindness.
Something made Donna Micaela look up. She
was standing in the cloister garden, and a window
was thrown open in one of the buildings above her.
Donna Micaela saw a middle-aged man of an
attractive appearance standing up there and looking down
at her.
“There he is, Donna Micaela,” said Gandolfo.
She was happy. She felt as if she had redeemed
and saved the man. And it was more than that.
People who have no imagination will not
understand it. But Donna Micaela trembled and longed
all day; she considered how she would be dressed.
It was as if she had expected Gaetano.
Donna Micaela soon had something else to do
than to dream; the livelong day a succession of
calamities streamed over her.
The first was a communication from the old Etna
brigand, Falco Falcone: —
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