Note: Translator Pauline Bancroft Flach died in 1966, less than 70 years ago. Therefore, this work is protected by copyright, restricting your legal rights to reproduce it. However, you are welcome to view it on screen, as you do now. Read more about copyright.
Full resolution (JPEG) - On this page / på denna sida - First book - XI. The Feast of San Sebastiano
<< prev. page << föreg. sida << >> nästa sida >> next page >>
Below is the raw OCR text
from the above scanned image.
Do you see an error? Proofread the page now!
Här nedan syns maskintolkade texten från faksimilbilden ovan.
Ser du något fel? Korrekturläs sidan nu!
This page has been proofread at least once.
(diff)
(history)
Denna sida har korrekturlästs minst en gång.
(skillnad)
(historik)
162 THE MIRACLES OF AJVTICHRIST
in England, and he came home to help us poor
Sicilians. And now they have sentenced him like
a bandit. People say that they were ready to shoot
him, as they shot the others. Perhaps it would
have been better if they had done so, Cavaliere. It
had been better to have laid him in the church-yard
than to know that he was in prison. How will he
be able to endure all his suffering? He will not
be able to bear it; he will fall ill; he will soon be
dead.”
At these words, Donna Micaela roused herself
from her stupor, and got up from the sofa. She
staggered across the room and came in to her
father and Donna Elisa, as pale as poor murdered
Giannita. She was so weak that she did not dare to
cross the floor; she stood at the door and leaned
against the door-post.
“It is I,” she said; “Donna Elisa, it is I — ”
The words would not come to her lips. She
wrung her hands in despair that she could not
speak.
Donna Elisa was instantly at her side. She put
her arm about her to support her, without paying
any attention to Donna Micaela’s attempt to push
her away.
“You must forgive me, Donna Elisa,” she said,
with an almost inaudible voice. “ I did it.”
Donna Elisa did not heed much what she was
saying. She saw that she had fever, and thought
that she was delirious.
Donna Micaela’s lips worked; she plainly wished
to say something, but only a few words were audible.
It was impossible to understand what she meant.
“Against him, as against my father,” she said, over
<< prev. page << föreg. sida << >> nästa sida >> next page >>
