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IIO THE MIRACLES OF AJVTICHRIST
He had not spoken of it to any one, but his wife
must have spread it about. He began to believe that
everybody was thinking the same, although they
did not dare to say it. He thought that the
advocate was sitting and waiting for him to yield. He
believed that the whole town came in to see if he
would really dare to send his father-in-law away.
Donna Elisa, who had so much to do in her own
shop that she could not come herself, sent old Pacifica
continually to him to ask what he thought of the
bell-ringing. And the priest too came to the shop
for a moment and said, like all the others: “ Did you
ever hear such a terrible ringing, Don Ferrante? ”
Don Ferrante would have liked to know if the
advocate and Don Matteo and all the others came
only to reproach him because he wished to send
Cavaliere Palmeri away.
The blood began to throb in his temples. The
room swam now and then before his eyes. People
came in continually and asked: “ Have you ever
heard such a terrible ringing?” But one never
came and asked, and that was Donna Micaela. She
could not come when she felt no fear. She was
merely delighted and proud that the passion which
was to fill her whole life had come. “My life is
to be great and glorious,” she said. And she was
appalled that till now she had been only a child.
She would travel with the post-carriage that went
by Diamante at ten o’clock at night. Towards four,
she thought, she must tell her father everything,
and begin his packing.
But that did not seem hard to her. Her father
would soon come to her in Argentina. She would
beg him to be patient for a few months, until they
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