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FRA FELICE’S LEGACY 23 7
in her ear, “it is impossible, quite impossible not
to love him. He is beautiful; don’t you know it?
And he subjugates me, and I am afraid of him.
You must let me love him.”
“ Must I ?” Donna Elisa kept her eyes down and
spoke quite shortly and harshly.
Donna Micaela was beside herself. “It is I
whom he loves,” she said. “It is not Giannita, but
me, and you ought to consider me as a daughter;
you ought to help me; you ought to be kind to me.
And instead you stand against me; you are cruel
to me. You do not let me come to you and talk
of him. However much I long, and however much
I work, I may not tell you of it.”
Donna Elisa could hold out no longer. Donna
Micaela was nothing but a child, young and foolish
and quivering like a bird’s heart,—just one to be
taken care of. She had to throw her arms about
her.
“I never knew it, you poor, foolish child,” she
said.
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