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THE FEAST OF SAN SEBA ST/A NO 183
And of that dead woman he had said: “I love
her.”
The blood flowed once more in her veins; her
heart beat again; her tears fell. “It is life, life,”
she said to herself, while she let herself be carried
to and fro by the crowd. “ Life has come again to
me. I shall not die.”
They all had to come up to.little Gandolfo to
thank him, because he had given them some one
to love, to trust in, to long for in those days of
dejection, when everything seemed lost.
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