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TWO SONGS 125
VIII
TWO SONGS
It was the morning after the day when San Pasquale’s
bells had rung; and Donna Elisa sat in her shop and
counted her money. The day before, when
everyone had been afraid, there had been an incredible
sale in the shop, and the next morning, when she
had come down, she had at first been almost
frightened. For the whole shop was desolate and empty;
the medallions were gone, the wax candles were
gone, and so were all the great bunches of rosaries.
All Gaetano’s beautiful images had been taken down
from the shelves and sold, and it was a real grief to
Donna Elisa not to see the host of holy men and
women about her.
She opened the money-drawer, and it was so full
that she could hardly pull it out. And while she
counted her money she wept over it as if it had all
been false. For what good did it do her to possess
all those dirty lire and those big copper coins when
she had lost Gaetano !
Alas! she thought that if he had stopped at home
one day more he would not have needed to go, for
now she was laden down with money.
While she was counting she heard the post-carriage
stop outside her door. But she did not even look
up; she did not care what happened, since Gaetano
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