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THE BELLS OF SAN PASQUALE ’ 79
Micaela let him go on and pretended not to notice
it. She could not take his anger seriously any
longer. That old man, whom she loved, believed
that he would be able to go on hating her year after
year! He would live near her, hear her speak, see
her eyes, be encompassed by her love, and he could
continue to hate her! Ah, he knew neither her nor
himself. She used to sit and imagine how it would
be when he must acknowledge that he was
conquered; when he must come and show her that he
loved her.
One day Donna Micaela was standing on her
balcony waving her hand to her father, who rode
away on a small, dark-brown pony, when Don
Fer-rante came up from the shop to speak to her. And
what Don Ferrante wished to say was that he had
succeeded in getting her father admitted to “The
Brotherhood of the Holy Heart” in Catania.
But although Don Ferrante spoke very distinctly,
Donna Micaela seemed not to understand him at all.
He had to repeat to her that he had been in Catania
the day before, and that he had succeeded in getting
Cavaliere Palmeri into a brotherhood. He was to
enter it in a month.
She only asked: “ What does that mean ? What
does that mean ?”
“ Oh,” said Don Ferrante, “ can I not have wearied
of buying your father expensive wines from the
mainland, and may I not sometimes wish to ride
Domenico ?”
When he had said that, he wished to go. There
was nothing more to say.
“ But tell me first what kind of a brotherhood it
is,” she said. —"What it is! A lot of old men
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