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144 the miracles of antichrist
He was so beautiful and so glorious that they
could not resist him. And his faith seized and
subdued.
That night there was not one poor person in
Diamante who did not believe that Gaetano would
give him happy days, free from care. That night
they called down blessings on him, all those who
lived in sheds and out-houses. That night the
hungry lay down with the sure belief that the next
day tables groaning under many dishes would stand
spread for them when they awoke.
For when Gaetano spoke, his power was so great
that he could convince an old man that he was
young, and a freezing man that he was warm. And
people felt that what he promised must come.
He was the prince of the coming times. His
hands were generous, and miracles and blessings
would stream down over Diamante, now that he had
come again.
The next day, towards sunset, Giannita came into
the sick-room and whispered to Donna Micaela:
“There is an insurrection in.Patern6. They have
been shooting for several hours, and you can hear
them as far away as here. Orders for troops have
already gone to Catania. And Gaetano says that it
will break out here, too. He says that it will break
out in all the towns of Etna at one time.”
Donna Micaela made a sign to Giannita to stay
with her father, and she herself went across the
street and into Donna Elisa’s shop.
Donna Elisa sat behind the counter with her
frame, but she was not working. The tears fell so
heavy and fast that she had ceased to embroider,
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