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THE OLD MARTYRDOM 225
Donna Micaela noticed it already in the second
act during the Last Supper. The boys began to
hate Judas. They shouted threats and insults at
him.
As the story of the Passion went on, they laid
aside their hats and clasped their hands. They sat
quite still, with their beautiful brown eyes turned
towards the stage. Now and then a few tears
dropped. Now and then a fist was clenched in
indignation.
Don Antonio spoke with tears in his voice; Donna
Emilia was on her knees at the entrance. Don
Matteo looked with a gentle smile at the little
puppets and remembered the wonderful spectacle in
Palermo that had made him a priest.
But when Jesus was cast into prison and tortured,
the young people were ashamed of themselves.
They too had hated and persecuted. They were
like those pharisees, like those Romans. It was a
shame to think of it. Could Don Antonio forgive
them?
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