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40 THE MIRACLES OF AJVTICHRIST
gentle roaring. He had never before heard any
like it. He looked about him to discover what it
was. And it was all the people talking. “ Blessed,
blessed, blessed!” they all said at once. Most of
them only whispered and murmured; none called
aloud, their devotion was too great. And every one
had found the same word. “ Blessed, blessed!”
sounded over the whole market-place. “Blessings
on thy lips; blessings on thy tongue; blessings on
thy heart!”
The voices sounded soft, choked by weeping and
emotion, but it was as if a storm had passed by
through the air. It was like the murmuring of a
thousand shells.
That took much greater hold of Gaetano than the
monk’s sermon. He did not know what he wished
to do, for that gentle murmuring filled him with
emotion; it seemed almost to suffocate him. He
climbed up on the iron railing, raised himself above
all the others, and began to cry the same as they,
but much louder, so that his voice cut through all
the others.
Donna Elisa heard it and seemed to be displeased.
She drew Gaetano down and would not stay any
longer, but went home with him.
In the middle of the night Gaetano started up
from his bed. He put on his clothes, tied together
what he possessed in a bundle, set his hat on his
head and took his shoes under his arm. He was
going to run away. He could not bear to live with
Donna Elisa.
Since he had heard Father Gondo, Diamante and
Mongibello were nothing to him. Nothing was
anything compared to being like Father Gondo, and
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