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THE MIR A CLES OF ANTICHRIST
church of San Pasquale to ask the saint for good
advice. It had been her intention to repeat nine
prayers to the great stone-image standing outside of
the church, and then to go; but before she had
begun to pray she had noticed that the church-door
stood open. “ Why is San Pasquale’s church-door
open?” said Donna Emilia. “That has never
happened in my time,” — and she went into the church.
The only thing to be seen there was Fra Felice’s
beloved image and the big collection-box. The
image looked so beautiful in his crown and his
rings that Donna Emilia was tempted forward to
him, but when she came near enough to look into
his eyes, he seemed to her so tender and so
cheering that she knelt down before him and prayed.
She promised that if he would help her and Don
Antonio in their need, she would put the receipts
of a whole evening in the big box that hung beside
him.
After her prayers were over, Donna Emilia
concealed herself behind the church-door, and tried to
catch what the passers-by were saying. For if the
image was willing to help her, he would let her hear
a word which would tell her what to do.
She had not stood there two minutes before old
Assunta of the Cathedral steps passed by with
Donna Pepa and Donna Tura. And she heard
Assunta say in her solemn voice: “ That was the
year when I heard 4 The Old Martyrdom’ for the
first time.” Donna Emilia heard quite distinctly.
Assunta really said “The Old Martyrdom.”
Donna Emilia thought that she would never
reach her home. It was as if her legs could not
carry her fast enough, and the distance increased as
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