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46 THE MIRACLES OF AJVTICHRIST
you do not understand. I tell you that I will not
go away from you. I have thought of something
else.”
“ What have you thought of ? “ she asked sadly.
“What do you suppose I was doing while I sat
there on the stairs? I was dreaming, Donna Elisa.
I dreamed that I was going to run away. Yes,
Donna Elisa, I stood in the shop, and I was going
to open the shop door, but I could not because there
were so many locks. I stood in the dark and
unlocked lock after lock, and always there were new
ones. I made a terrible noise, and I thought:
’ Now surely Donna Elisa will come.’ At last the
door opened, and I was going to rush out; but just
then I felt your hand on my neck, and you drew me
in, and I kicked, and I struck you because I was not
allowed to go. But, Donna Elisa, you had a candle
with you, and then I saw that it was not you, but my
mother. Then I did not dare to struggle any more,
and I was very frightened, for mother is dead. But
mother took the bundle I was carrying and began to
take out what was in it. Mother laughed and looked
so glad, and I grew glad that she was not angry with
me. It was so strange. What she drew out of the
bundle was all the little saints’ images that I had
carved while I sat with you in the shop, and they
were so pretty. ’ Can you carve such pretty images,
Gaetano ?’ said mother. 1 Yes,’ I answered. 4 Then
you can serve God by it,’ said mother. 4 Do I not
need to leave Donna Elisa, then?’ ’No,’ said
mother. And just as mother said that, you waked
me.
Gaetano looked at Donna Elisa in triumph.
“ What did mother mean by that ?”
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