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THE BELLS OF SAN PASQUALE ’ 103
Then her heart began to dance in a kind of
stately measure, and she marched solemnly to the
sound of bells into a great castle. And to whom
could the castle belong, who could be lord of such
a beautiful place, if not love?
It can be hidden no longer: when Donna Micaela
awoke she felt that she loved Gaetano, and that she
desired nothing better than to go with him.
When Donna Micaela drew back the curtain from
the window and saw the gray morning, she kissed
her hand to it and whispered: “ You, who are
morning to the day when I am going away, you are the
most beautiful morning I have ever seen; and gray
as you are, I will caress and kiss you.”
But she still liked the bells best.
By that you may know that her love was strong,
for to all the others it was torture to hear those
bells, that would not stop ringing. No one asked
about them during the first half-hour. During the
first half-hour people hardly heard any ringing, but
during the second and the third!!!
No one need believe that San Pasquale’s little
bells could not make themselves heard. They are
always loud and their clang seemed now to grow
and grow. It soon sounded as if the fog were filled
with bells; as if the sky hung full of them, although
no one could see them for the clouds.
When Donna Elisa first heard the ringing she
thought that it was San Giuseppe’s little bell, and
then that it was the bell of the Cathedral itself.
Then she thought she heard the bell of the Dominican
monastery chime in, and at last she was certain that
all the bells in the town rang and rang all they
could, all the bells in the five monasteries and the
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