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PALAZZO GERACI — PALAZZO CORVAJA 283
Micaela. Never would she have begged Marcia to
confess, she said to Piero, if she had known what he
was. She had thought that he was a generous man.
Such a one would have said: “ You have done
wrong; but the fact that you confess your sin
publicly, and expose yourself to my anger to save the
child, atones for everything. It is punishment
enough. A generous man would have taken the
child on one arm, put the other round his wife’s
waist, and have gone happy to his home. A signor
would have acted so. But he was no signor; he
was a bloodhound.
She talked in vain; the man did not hear her;
the woman did not hear her. Her words seemed to
be thrown back from an impenetrable wall.
Just then the child came to the father, and tried
to take his hand. Furious, he looked at the boy.
As the latter was dressed in girl’s clothes, his hair
smoothly combed and drawn back *by the ears, he
saw instantly the likeness to Marcia, which he had
not noticed before. He kicked Marcia’s son away.
There was a terrible tension in the square. The
neighbors continued to go quietly and slowly away.
Many went unwillingly and with hesitation, but still
they went. The husband seemed only to be waiting
for the last to go.
Donna Micaela ceased speaking; she took the
image instead and laid it in Marcia’s arms. “Take
him, my sister Marcia, and may he protect you!”
she said.
The man saw it, and his rage increased. It seemed
as if he could no longer contain himself till he was
alone. He crouched like a wild beast ready to
spring.
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