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(1899) [MARC] Author: Selma Lagerlöf Translator: Selma Ahlström Trotz
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two canzonets

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hundred years younger. And Donna Micaela could
not detect a smile on a single face.

Nor could there be found in all Diamante any one
who had wished to laugh. For all knew well enough
how Donna Micaela had to bear with Don Ferrante.
They knew how he loved her and how he wept when
she left him for a single moment. They also knew
how he tortured her with jealousy and how he tore
her hats to pieces if they were becoming to her,
and never gave her money for new gowns, in order
that no one else might think her beautiful and love
her. In the meantime he was always telling her
that she was so homely that no one but himself
could bear to see her face.

And because they knew all this in Diamante, there
was no one that laughed. What, laugh at her, who
sat prattling with a sick man ! The people of
Diamante are pious Christians, not barbarians.

So the gala-coach in all its faded pomp, rolled up
and down the Corso of Diamante during the hour
between five and six. And in Diamante it drove all
alone, because there were no grand carriages except
that. Still all knew that at the same hour all the
equipages in Rome drove to Monte Pincio, and all
in Naples to Villa Nazionale, and all in Florence to
the Cascina, and all in Palermo to La Favorita.

But when the carriage made the trip down
towards Porta Etnea for the third time, the merry blast
of a horn was heard from the road outside.

And in through the gate dashed a high English
dog-cart.

That, too, no doubt, was meant to be old-fashioned.
The postilion, who rode on the right-hand leader,

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