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158 THE MIRACLES OF ANTICHRIST ’
the arm and shakes her. “But Donna Elisa, Donna
Elisa!”
Donna Elisa does not listen to her; she continues
her laments. “ What shall I do? what shall I do? ”
“Why, make the poor woman who was kneeling
and praying here your son’s wife, Donna Elisa!”
Donna Elisa looks up. Such a face as she sees
before her! So bewitching, so captivating, so
smiling!
But she may not look at it for more than a second.
Donna Micaela hides it instantly in Donna Elisa’s
old black dress.
Donna Micaela and Donna Elisa go together into
the town. The street winds so that they cannot
see Donna Elisa’s house until they are quite near.
When it at last comes into view they see that the
shop windows are lighted up. Four gigantic
wax-candles are burning behind the bunches of rosaries.
Both the women press each other’s hands. “ He
lives!” one whispers to the other. “ He lives! ”
“ You must not tell him anything about what the
image commanded you to do,” says Donna Micaela
to Donna Elisa.
Outside the shop they embrace one another and
each goes her own way.
In a little while Gaetano comes out on the steps
of the shop. He stands still for a moment and
breathes in the fresh night air. Then he sees how
lights are burning in the dark palace across the
street.
Gaetano breathes short and panting; he seems
almost afraid to go further. Suddenly he dashes
across like some one going to meet an unavoidable
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