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FRA FELICE’S LEGACY 23 7
seen anything so terrible. You had better not
go in.”
But Donna Elisa went on.
In the church at first she saw nothing but a white
cloud of dust. But hammer-strokes thundered
through the cloud, for some workmen were busy
breaking away a big stone knight, lying in a window
niche.
“ Lord God!” said Donna Elisa, and clasped her
hands together; “ they are tearing down Sor Arrigo!”
And she thought how tranquilly he had lain in his
niche. Every time she had seen him she had wished
that she might be as remote from disturbance and
change as old Sor Arrigo.
In the church of Lucia there was still another big
monument. It represented an old Jesuit, lying on
a black marble sarcophagus with a scourge in his
hand and his cap drawn far down over his forehead.
He was called Father Succi, and the people used to
frighten their children with him in Diamante.
“ Would they also dare to touch Father Succi ?”
thought Donna Elisa. She felt her way through the
plaster dust to the choir, where the sarcophagus
stood, in order to see if they had dared to move the
old Jesuit.
Father Succi still lay on his stone bed. He lay
there dark and hard, as he had been in life; and one
could almost believe that he was still alive. Had
there been doctors and tables with medicine-bottles
and burning candles beside the bed, one would have
believed that Father Succi lay sick in the choir of
his church, waiting for his last hour.
The blind sat round about him, like members of
the family who gather round a dying man, and
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