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284 the miracles of antichrist
But the image did not rest in vain in the woman’s
arms. The outcast moved her to an act of the
greatest love.
“What will Christ in Paradise say to me, who
have first deceived my husband, and then made him
a murderer?” she thought. And she remembered
how she had loved big Piero in the days of her
happy youth. She had not then thought of bringing
such misery upon him.
“ No, Piero, no, do not kill me!” she said eagerly.
“They will send you to the galleys. You shall be
relieved of seeing me again without that.”
She ran towards the other side of the square,
where the ground fell away into an abyss. Every
one understood her intention. Her face bore witness
for her.
Several hurried after her, but she had a good
start. Then the image, which she still carried,
slipped from her arms and lay at her feet. She
stumbled over it, fell, and was overtaken.
She struggled to get away, but a couple of men
held her fast. “Ah, let me do it!” she cried; “it
is better for him ! ”
Her husband came up to her also. He had caught
up her child and placed him on his arm. He was
much moved.
“See, Marcia, let it be as it is,” he said. He
was embarrassed, but his dark, deep-set eyes shone
with happiness and said more than his words. ”
Perhaps, according to old custom, it ought to be so,
but I do not care for that. Look, come now! It
would be a pity for such a woman as you, Marcia.”
He put his arm about Marcia’s waist, and went
towards his house in the ruins of Palazzo Corvaja.
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