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172 THE MIRACLES OF AJVTICHRIST
up a garland in the gate-way. For Donna Elisa
could not bear to have the summer-palace
underrated. She wished no honor to San Sebastiano
omitted at this time. And she feared that the saint
would not help Diamante and Gaetano if the palace
of the old Alagonas did not honor him.
Donna Micaela was pale as if she had received her
death warrant, and bent like an old woman of eighty
years.
She murmured to herself: “I make no busts of
him; I sing no songs about him; I dare not pray to
God for him; I buy none of his beads. How can he
believe that I love him ? He must love all these
others, who worship him, but not me. I do not
belong to his world, he can love me no longer.”
And when she saw that they wished to adorn her
house with flowers, it seemed to her so piteously
cruel that she snatched the wreath from Donna Elisa
and threw it at her feet, asking if she wished to kill
her.
Then she went past her up the stairs to her room.
She threw herself on the sofa and buried her face in
the cushions.
She now first understood how far apart she and
Gaetano were. The idol of the people could not
love her.
She felt as if she had prevented him from helping
all those poor people.
How he must detest her; how he must hate her!
Then her illness came creeping back over her.
That illness which consisted of not being loved!
It would kill her. She thought, as she lay there,
that it was all over.
While she lay there, suddenly the little Christ-
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