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164 THE MIRACLES OF AJVTICHRIST
that Gaetano loved her. When she thought of it, a
tender feeling of security and happiness stole through
her. “What does it matter; what does it matter?”
she said, when she suffered adversity. “ Gaetano
loves me.” He was always with her, cheering and
comforting her. He took part in all her thoughts
and undertakings. He was the soul of her life.
As soon as Donna Micaela could get his address,
she wrote to him. She acknowledged to him that
she had firmly believed that he had gone to
misfortune. But she had been so much afraid of what he
proposed to accomplish in the world that she had
not dared to save him.
She also wrote how she detested his teachings.
She did not dissemble at all to him. She said that
even if he were free she could not be his.
She feared him. He had such power over her
that, if they were united, he would make her a
socialist and an atheist. Therefore she must always
live apart from him, for the salvation of her soul.
But she begged and prayed that in spite of
everything he would not cease to love her. He must not;
he must not! He might punish her in any way he
pleased, if only he did not cease to love her.
He must not do as her father had. He had perhaps
reason to close his heart to her now, but he must
not. He must be merciful.
If he knew how she loved him! If he knew how
she dreamed of him !
She told him that he was nothing less than life
itself to her.
“ Must I die, Gaetano ? “ she asked.
“ Is it not enough that those opinions and
teachings part us? Is it not enough that they have
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