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158 THE MIRACLES OF AJVTICHRIST
Alas, sister, sister, could you not have punished me
less severely ?”
She bent down and kissed the dead girl’s forehead.
“You do not believe it,” she said. “You know
that I have always been faithful to you. You know
that I have loved you.”
She remembered that the dead was severed from
everything earthly, that it was not grief and
assurances of friendship she needed. She said a prayer
over the body, since the only thing she could do for
her sister was to support with pious thoughts the
flight of the soul soaring up to God.
Then she went on, no longer afraid of anything
that could happen to herself, but in inexpressible
terror of what might have happened to her father.
When she had at last passed through the long
halls in the state apartment and stood by the door
to the sick-room, her hands groped a long time for
the latch; and when she had found it, she had not
the strength to turn the key.
Then her father called from his room and asked
who was there. When she heard his voice and knew
that he was alive, everything in her trembled, and
burst, and lost its power to serve her. Brain and
heart failed her at once, and her muscles could no
longer hold her upright. She had still time to
think that she had been living in terrible suspense.
And with a feeling of relief, she sank down in a
long swoon.
Donna Micaela regained consciousness towards
morning. In the meantime much had happened.
The servants had come out of their hiding-places,
and had gone for Donna Elisa. She had taken
charge of the deserted palace, had summoned the
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