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88 THE MIRACLES OF AJVTICHRIST
unbelieving, she was seized by an uncontrollable
desire to convince him, and she said to him that
some one had promised her in the name of the
Madonna that, if she was a faithful wife to Don
Ferrante, her father should enjoy an old age free
of care. But now her husband wished to put her
father in a brotherhood, which was as wretched as a
poor-house and strict as a prison. And the Madonna
had not averted it; in eight days it would happen.
Gaetano listened to her with the greatest
earnestness. That was what induced her to confide the
whole story to him.
“Donna Micaela,” he said, “you must turn to the
black Madonna in the Cathedral.”
“ So you think that I have not prayed to her ? ”
Gaetano flushed and said almost with anger: “You
will not say that you have turned in vain to the
black Madonna?”
“I have prayed to her in vain these last three
weeks — prayed to her, prayed to her.”
When Donna Micaela spoke of it she could scarcely
breathe. She wanted to weep over herself because
she had awaited help each day, and each day been
disappointed; and yet had known nothing better to
do than begin again with her prayers. And it was
visible on her face that her soul lived over and over
again what she had suffered, when each day she had
awaited an answer to her prayer, while the days
slipped by.
But Gaetano was unmoved; he stood smiling, and
drummed on one of the glass cases that stood on the
counter.
“Have you only prayed to the Madonna?’4 he
said.
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