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370 THE MIRACLES OF ANTICHRIST ’
of other times. They were coincidences. They
were hypnotism. They were possibly legends, most
of them.
The raging monk continued to curse the people
with terrible words. She tried to listen to him to
get away from her own thoughts. But all she
thought was that what he said was madness and
lies.
What was going on in her? Was she becoming
an atheist?
She looked about for Gaetano. He was there
also; he stood on the church steps quite near the
monk. His eyes rested on her. And as surely as
if she had told him it, he knew what was passing
in her. But he did not look as if he were glad or
triumphant. He looked as if he wished to stop
Father Gondo, to save a little vestige of faith for
her.
Donna Micaela’s thoughts had no mercy. They
went on and robbed her soul. All the glowing
world of the supernatural was destroyed, crushed.
She said to herself that no one knew anything of
celestial matters, nor could know anything. Many
messages had gone from earth to heaven. None had
gone from heaven to earth.
“But I will still believe in God,” she said, and
clasped her hands as if still to hold fast the last and
best.
“Your eyes, people of Diamante, are wild and
evil,” said Father Gondo. “God is not in you.
Antichrist has driven God away from you.”
Donna Micaela’s eyes again sought Gaetano’s.
“ Can you give a poor, doubting creature something
on which to live?” they seemed to ask. His eyes
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