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170 THE MIRACLES OF AJVTICHRIST
she met the man, and he offered her his wretched
little images.
“Buy Don Gaetano Alagona, Donna Micaela,”
said the man; “buy Don Gaetano, whom the
government has put in prison because he wished to
help Sicily.”
Donna Micaela pressed her father’s arm hard and
went hurriedly on.
In the Cafd Europa the son of the innkeeper
stood and sang canzoni. He had composed a few
new ones for the festival, and among others some
about Gaetano. For he could not know that people
did not care to hear of him.
When Donna Micaela passed by the cafd and
heard the singing, she stopped and listened.
“Alas, Gaetano Alagona!” sang the young man.
“Songs are mighty. I shall sing you free with
my songs. First I will send you the slender canzone.
He shall glide in between your prison-gratings, and
break them. Then I will send you the sonnet, that
is fair as a woman, and which will corrupt your
guards. I will compose a glorious ode to you, which
will shake the walls of your prison with its lofty
rhythms. But if none of these help you, I will burst
out in the glorious epos, that has hosts of words.
Oh, Gaetano, mighty as an army it marches on!
All the legions of ancient Rome would not have
had the strength to stop it!”
Donna Micaela hung convulsively on her father’s
arm, but she did not speak, and went on.
Then Cavaliere Palmeri began to speak of Gaetano.
“I did not know that he was so beloved,” he said.
“Nor I,” murmured Donna Micaela.
“To-day I saw some strangers coming into Donna
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