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THE FEAST OF SAN SEBA ST/A NO 163
and over. And then she said something about
bringing misfortune on all who loved her.
Donna Elisa had got her down on a chair, and
Donna Micaela sat there and kissed her old, wrinkled
hands, and asked her to forgive her what she had
done.
Yes, of course, of course, Donna Elisa forgave her.
Donna Micaela looked her sharply in the face
with great, feverish eyes, and asked if it were true.
It was really true.
Then she laid her head on Donna Elisa’s shoulder
and sobbed, thanked her, and said that she could not
live if she did not obtain her forgiveness. She had
sinned against no one so much as against her.
Could she forgive her?
“Yes, yes,” said Donna Elisa again and again,
and thought that the other was out of her head from
fever and fright.
“There is something I ought to tell you,” said
Donna Micaela. “ I know it, but you do not know
it. You will not forgive me if you hear it.”
“Yes, of course I forgive you,” said Donna Elisa.
They talked in that way for a long time without
understanding each other; but it was good for old
Donna Elisa to have some one that night to put to
bed, comforted and dosed with strengthening herbs
and drops. It was good for her to still have some
one to come and lay her head on her shoulder and
cry away her grief.
• ••••••••
Donna Micaela, who had loved Gaetano for nearly
three years without a thought that they could ever
belong to each other, had accustomed herself to a
strange kind of love. It was enough for her to know
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