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THE FEAST OF SAN SEBA ST/A NO 173
child stood before her inward eye. He seemed to
have entered the room in all his wretched splendor.
She saw him plainly.
Donna Micaela began to call on the Christchild
for help. And she was amazed at herself for not
having turned before to that good helper. It was
probably because the image did not stand in a
church, but was carried about as a museum-piece by
Miss Tottenham, that she remembered him only in
her deepest need.
• ••••••••
It was late in the evening of the same day. After
dinner Donna Micaela had given all her servants
permission to go to the festival, so that she and her
father were alone in the big house. But towards ten
o’clock her father rose and said he wished to hear
the singing-contest in the square. And as Donna
Micaela did not dare to sit alone, she was obliged
to go with him.
When they came to the square they saw that it
was turned into a theatre, with lines upon lines of
chairs. Every corner was filled with people, and it
was with difficulty that they found places.
“Diamante is glorious this evening, Micaela,”
said Cavaliere Palmeri. The charm of the night
seemed to have softened him. He spoke more
simply and tenderly to his daughter than he had
done for a long time.
Donna Micaela felt instantly that he spoke the
truth. She felt as she had done when she first
came to Diamante. It was a town of miracles, a
town of beauty, a little sanctuary of God.
Directly in front of her stood a high and stately
building made of shining diamonds. She had to
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