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150 THE MIRACLES OF AJVTICHRIST
“Believe me, Donna Micaela,” he said, “it will
be accomplished in less than seven years. In the
year nineteen hundred it will be ready. Then
martyrs will have bled; then apostles will have
spoken; then shall crowds upon crowds have been
won over! We, the rightful sons of the earth,
shall have the victory! And she shall lie before
us in all her loveliness; she shall bring us beauty,
bring us pleasure, bring us knowledge, bring us
health!”
Gaetano’s voice began to tremble, and tears
quivered in his eyes. He went forward to the edge of
the terrace, and he stretched out his arms as if to
embrace the moonlit earth. “ You are so dazzlingly
beautiful,” he said, “so dazzlingly beautiful!”
And Donna Micaela for a moment thought she
felt his grief over all the sorrow that lay under the
surface of beauty. She saw life full of vice and
suffering, like a dirty river filled with the stench of
uncleanliness, wind through the glistening world
of beauty.
“And no one can enjoy you,” said Gaetano; “no
one can dare to enjoy you. You are untamed, and
full of whims and anger. You are uncertainty and
peril; you are sorrow and pain; you are want and
shame; you are the force that grinds; you are
everything terrible that can be named, because the people
have not wished to make you better.
“But your day will come,” he said, triumphantly.
“ Some day they will turn to you with all their love;
they will not turn to a dream, which gives nothing
and is good for nothing.”
She interrupted him roughly. She began to fear
him more and more.
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