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THE BELLS OF SAN PASQUALE ’ 95
Then Donna Micaela shook him off. She felt
suddenly that he no longer talked to her as to a
child. She turned and went back into the town.
Gaetano did not follow her; he remained standing
in the path where he had kissed her, and it seemed
as if never again could he leave that place.
For two days Gaetano dreamed of Donna Micaela,
but on the third he came to the summer palace to
speak to her. »
He found her on the roof-garden, and instantly told
her that she must flee with him.
He had thought it out since they parted. He had
stood in his workshop and considered everything
that had happened, and now it was all clear to
him.
She was a rose which the strong sirocco had torn
from its stem and roughly whirled through the air,
that she might find so much the better rest and
protection in a heart which loved her. She must
understand that God and all the saints wished and
desired that they should love one another, otherwise
these great misfortunes would not have brought her
near to him. If the Madonna refused to help her,
it was because she wished to set her free from
her promise of faithfulness to Don Ferrante. For
all the saints knew that she was his, Gaetano’s.
She was created for him; for him she had grown up;
for him she was alive. When he kissed her in the
path in the moonlight he had been like a lost child
who had wandered long in the desert and now at last
had come to the gate of his home. He possessed
nothing; but she was his home and his hearth; she
was the inheritance God had apportioned to him,
the only thing in the world that was his.
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