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A yETTA TORE
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Within, it was almost dark. Only by the
Christ-image a little oil lamp was burning.
When Donna Micaela saw the Christ-image she
was startled. Just then she had not wished to see
him.
He reminded her of the time when his crown had
rolled to Gaetano’s feet, when he had been so angry
with the brigands. Perhaps the Christ-image did
not wish her to drive away the jettatore.
She had good reason to fear the jettatore. It was
wrong of him to come to her entertainment; she
must somehow be rid of him.
Donna Micaela had gone on through the whole
church, and now stood and looked at the
Christ-image. She could not say a word to the man who
followed her.
She remembered what sympathy she had lately
felt for him, because a prisoner, like Gaetano. She
had been so happy that she had tempted him out to
life. What did she now wish to do? Did she wish
to send him back to captivity?
She remembered both her father and Gaetano.
Should this man be the third that she —
She stood silent and struggled with herself. At
last the jettatore spoke: —
“ Well, signora, is it not true that now you have
had enough of me ? ”
Donna Micaela made a negative gesture.
“ Do you not desire me to return to my cell ? ”
“ I do not understand you, signor.”
“Yes, yes, you understand. Something terrible
has happened to you to-day. You do not look as
you did this morning.”
“ I am very tired,” said Donna Micaela, evasively.
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