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PALAZZO GERACI — PALAZZO CORVAJA 277
Donna Micaela was very pale. She held her
hands against her heart, as she always did when
anything agitated her. It was terrible to her to
stand opposed to those dark men. These were they
of the slouch hats and short cloaks of whom she had
always been afraid.
But now, when Donna Elisa appealed to her, she
turned quickly, seized the image and held it out to
the man.
“ See here, take it!” she said defiantly. And she
took a’step towards him. “Take it, and do with it
what you can! ”
She held the image on her outstretched arms, and
came nearer and nearer to the dark workman.
He turned towards his comrades. “ She does not
believe that I can do anything to the doll,” he said,
and laughed at her. And the whole group of
workmen slapped themselves on the knee and laughed.
But he did not take the image; he grasped instead
the big pick-axe, which he held in his hand. He
drew back a few steps, lifted the pick over his head,
and stiffened his whole body for a blow which was
to crush at once the entire hated wooden doll.
Donna Micaela shook her head warningly. “You
cannot do it,” she said, and she did not draw the
image back.
He saw that nevertheless she was afraid, and he
enjoyed frightening her. He stood longer than was
necessary with uplifted pick.
“ Piero! “ came a cry shrill and wailing.
“Piero! Piero!”
The man dropped his pick without striking. He
looked terrified.
“God! it is Marcia calling!” he said.
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