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 - Second book - I. A Great Man’s Wife
<< 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)
A GREAT MAN’S WIFE 187
not know whether she had been dreaming or whether
perhaps once some such thing had really happened.
Gaetano could really have been some time in the
Palazzo Palmeri to sell his images, although she had
forgotten it; but now the almond-blossoms had
recalled it.
But it was no matter, no matter. The important
thing was that the young wood-carver was Gaetano.
She felt as if she had been talking to him. She
thought she heard the door close behind him.
And it was after that that it occurred to her to
build a railway between Catania and Diamante.
Gaetano had surely come to her to ask her to do
it. It was a command from him, and she felt that
she must obey.
She made no attempt to struggle against it. She
was certain that Diamante needed a railway more
than anything else. She had once heard Gaetano
say that if Diamante only possessed a railway, so
that it could easily send away its oranges and its
wine and its honey and its almonds, and so that
travellers could come there conveniently, it would
soon be a rich town.
She was also quite certain that she could succeed
with the railway. She must try at all events. It
never occurred to her not to. When Gaetano wished
it, she must obey.
She began to think how much money she herself
could give. It would not go very far. She must
get more money. That was the first thing she had
to do.
Within the hour she was at Donna Elisa’s, and
begged her to help her arrange a bazaar. Donna
Elisa lifted her eyes from her embroidery. “Why
<< prev. page << föreg. sida << >> nästa sida >> next page >>
