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DON fERR ANTE
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She is sitting here by the Cathedral. Let me take
you to her! ”
And then Don Ferrante put her hand on his arm
and led her over to Donna Elisa. And she made
no resistance. Donna Elisa would like to see who
could have resisted Don Ferrante to-day.
Donna Elisa rose and went to meet the black
lady, and throwing back her veil, kissed her on both
cheeks.
But what a face, what a face! Perhaps it was
not pretty, but it had eyes that spoke, eyes that
mourned and lamented, even when the whole face
smiled. Yes, Gaetano perhaps would not wish to
carve or paint a Madonna from that face, for it was
too thin and too pale; but it is to be supposed
that our Lord knew what he was doing when he
did not put those eyes in a face that was rosy and
round.
When Donna Elisa kissed her, she laid her head
down on her shoulder, and a few short sobs shook
her. Then she looked up with a smile, and the
smile seemed to say: “Ah, does the world look so?
Is it so beautiful? Let me see it and smile at it!
Can a poor unfortunate really dare to look at it?
And to be seen ? Can I bear to be seen ?”
All that she had said without a word, only with
a smile. What a face, what a face!
But here Gaetano interrupted Donna Elisa.
“Where is she now?” he said. “I too must see
her.”
Then Donna Elisa looked Gaetano in the eyes.
They were glowing and clear, as if they were filled
with fire, and a dark flush rose to his temples.
“You will see her all in good time,” she said,
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