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278 THE MIRACLES OF ANTICHRIST ’
At the same moment a crowd of people came
tumbling out of a little cottage which was built
among the ruins of the old Palazzo Corvaja. There
were about a dozen women and a carabiniere, who
were fighting. The carabiniere held a child in his
arms, and the women were trying to drag the child
away from him. But the policeman, who was a
tall, strong fellow, freed himself from them, lifted
the child to his shoulder, and ran down the terrace
steps.
The dark Piero had looked on without making a
movement. When the carabiniere freed himself,
he bent down to Donna Micaela and said eagerly:
“ If the little one can prevent that, all Corvaja shall
be his friend.”
Now the carabiniere was down in the square.
Piero made a sign with his hand. Instantly all his
comrades closed in a ring round the fugitive. He
turned squarely round. Everywhere a close ring of
men threatened him with picks and shovels.
All at once there was terrible confusion. The
women who had been struggling with the carabiniere
came rushing down with loud cries. The little girl,
whom he held in his arms, screamed as loud as she
could and tried to tear herself away. People came
running from all sides. There were questionings
and wonderings.
“Let us go now,” said Donna Elisa to Donna
Micaela. “Now no one is thinking of us.”
But Donna Micaela had caught sight of one of the
women. She screamed least, but it was instantly
apparent that it was she whom the matter concerned.
She looked as if she was about to lose her life’s
happiness.
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