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34 THE MIRACLES OF AJVTICHRIST
notice if he should also come. And he tried. And
so it was. She was used to it. She never noticed
it at all.
She only went on talking about the palace. There
was a great state suite, where the old Alagonas had
danced and played. There was a great hall with a
gallery for the music; there was old furniture and
clocks like small white alabaster temples that stood
on black ebony pedestals. In the state apartment
no one lived, but she would go there with him.
Perhaps he had thought that she lived in the
summer palace. Oh, no; her brother, Don Ferrante,
lived there. He was a merchant, and had his shop
on the lower floor; and as he had not yet brought
home a signora, everything stood up there as it had
stood.
Gaetano wondered if he could sit on her knees any
longer. It was wonderful that she did not notice
anything. And it was fortunate, for otherwise she
might have believed that he had changed his mind
about being a monk.
But she was just now more than ever occupied
with her own affairs. A little flush flamed up in
her cheeks under all the brown, and she made a few
of the funniest faces with her eyebrows. Then she
began to tell how she herself lived.
It seemed as if Donna Elisa must have the very
smallest house in the town. It lay opposite the
summer palace, but that was its only good point.
She had a little shop, where she sold medallions
and wax candles and everything that had to do with
divine service. But, with all respect to Father
Josef, there was not much profit in such a trade
now-a-days, however it may have been formerly.
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