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FALCO FALCONE
30 7
stantly. “Dear Donna Micaela, I only wanted to
wake you.”
There she sits and shakes with terror, and he
hears how she is sobbing. “Dear signora, dear
signora ! “ he says. “ Light a candle that I can see
where you are,” she cries. He scratches a new
match, lifts the shade and chimney off the lamp,
and lights it as neatly as a servant. He places
himself again by the door, as far from her as possible.
Suddenly he goes out on the balcony with his gun.
“Now the signora cannot be afraid any longer.”
But when she does not cease weeping he says:
“Signora, I am Passafiore; I come with a message
to you from Falco. He no longer wishes to destroy
your railway.”
“ Have you come to jest with me? “ she says.
Then the man answers, almost weeping: “Would
God that it were a jest! God ! that Falco were the
man he has been ! ”
He tells her how Falco went up Mongibello and
crowned its top. But the mountain had not liked
it; it had now overthrown Falco. A single little
piece of pumice-stone from Mongibello had been
enough to overthrow him.
“ It is all over with Falco,” says Passafiore. “ He
goes about in the quarry, and waits to fall ill. For
a week he has neither slept nor eaten. He is not
sick yet, but the wound in his hand does not heal
either. He thinks that he has the poison in his
body. 4 Soon I shall be a mad dog,’ he says. No
wine nor food tempt him. He takes no pleasure in
my praising his deeds. 1 What is that to talk
about?’ he says. ’ I shall end my life like a mad
dog.’”
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