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THE FEAST OF SAN SEBA ST/A NO 171
Elisa’s shop, and begging her to be allowed to buy
something that he had carved. She had left only a
couple of old rosaries, and I saw her break them to
pieces and give them out bead by bead.”
Donna Micaela looked at her father like a
beseeching child. But he did not know whether she wished
him to be silent or to go on speaking.
“ Donna Elisa’s old friends go about in the garden
with Luca,” he said, “and Luca shows them Gaetano’s
favorite places and the garden beds that he used to
plant. And Pacifica sits in the workshop beside
the joiner’s-bench, and relates all sorts of things
about him, ever since he was — so big.”
He could tell no more; the crush and the noise
became so great about him that he had to stop.
They meant to go to the Cathedral. On the
Cathedral steps sat old Assunta, as usual. She held
a rosary in her hands and mumbled the same prayer
round the whole rosary. She asked the saint that
Gaetano, who had promised to help all the poor,
might come back to Diamante.
As Donna Micaela walked by her, she distinctly
heard: “San Sebastiano, give us Gaetano! Ah, in
your mercy; ah, in our misery, San Sebastiano,
give us Gaetano!”
Donna Micaela had meant to go into the church,
but she turned on the steps.
“There is such a crowd there,” she said, “I do
not dare to go in.”
She went home again. But while she had been
away, Donna Elisa had watched her opportunity.
She had hoisted a flag on the roof of the
summer-palace; she had spread draperies on the balconies,
and as Donna Micaela came home, she was fastening
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