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don ferrante
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heard the music ? asked Don Elisa. Why did he
never come to hear and see her brother, Don
Fer-rante ? Gaetano who only saw him when he stood
in the shop dressed in stocking-cap and short jacket,
did not know what sort of a man he was. He
thought him an ugly old merchant, with a wrinkled
face and rough beard. No one knew Don Ferrante,
who had not seen him on Sunday, conducting the
music.
To-day he had worn a new uniform. He had a
three-cornered hat with green and white plumes,
silver on the collar, silver braiding on the breast, and
a sword at the side. And when he ascended the
conductor’s platform, the wrinkles had disappeared
from his face, his figure had grown. He could
almost have been called handsome.
When he conducted the Cavalleria, one dared
hardly breathe. The great houses by the
marketplace had sung too. What did Gaetano think of that!
Donna Elisa had plainly heard a love song issuing
from the Palazzo Geraci, and from the desolate
nunnery a beautiful^ hymn had rolled out over the
market.
And when there had been a pause in the music,
the handsome advocate Favara, who was dressed in
black velvet coat, a large slouched hat, and a bright
red necktie, had come forward to Don Ferrante,
and, pointing towards the open side of the market
from where you could see Etna and the sea, said,
" Don Ferrante, like Etna you lift us to the sky, and
enrapture us like the infinite sea."
Had Gaetano seen Don Ferrante to-day he would
have loved him. He would at least have been
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