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ONLY OF THIS WORLD 371
met hers with proud confidence. He read in her
beautiful, imploring eyes how her trembling soul
clung to him for support. He did not doubt for a
moment that he would be able to make her life
beautiful and rich.
She thought of the joy that always met him
where-ever he showed himself. She thought of the joy
that had roared about her that night in Palermo.
She knew that it rose from the new faith in a happy
earth. Could that faith and that joy take
possession of her also?
She wrung her hands in anguish. Could that
new faith be anything to her? Would she not
always feel as unhappy as now?
Father Gondo bent forward over the fire.
“I say to you once more,” he cried, “if only one
person comes and says that this image has saved his
soul, I will not burn it.”
Donna Micaela had a sudden feeling that she did
not wish the poor image to be destroyed. The
memory of the most beautiful hours of her life was
bound to it.
“Gandolfo, Gandolfo,” she whispered. She had
just seen him beside her.
“Yes, Donna Micaela.”
“ Do not let him burn the image, Gandolfo!”
The monk had repeated his question once, twice,
thrice. No one came forward to defend the image.
But little Gandolfo crept nearer and nearer.
Father Gondo brought the image ever closer to
the fire.
Involuntarily Gaetano had bent forward.
Involuntarily a proud smile passed over his face. Donna
Micaela saw that he felt that Diamante belonged to
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