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She
could
not
bear
to
look
at
him
.
He
filled
her
with
terror
and
with
an
almost
unbearable
feeling
of
pity
.
She
had
observed
the
change
that
came
over
him
.
He
would
never
understand
what
he
had
done
;
and
even
to
her
the
whole
thing
remained
incomprehensible
.
He
said
with
difficulty
--
"
Give
me
the
book
.
"
Linda
laid
on
the
table
the
closed
volume
in
its
worn
leather
cover
,
the
Bible
given
him
ages
ago
by
an
Englishman
in
Palermo
.
"
The
child
had
to
be
protected
,
"
he
said
,
in
a
strange
,
mournful
voice
.
Behind
his
chair
Linda
wrung
her
hands
,
crying
without
noise
.
Suddenly
she
started
for
the
door
.
He
heard
her
move
.
"
Where
are
you
going
?
"
he
asked
.
"
To
the
light
,
"
she
answered
,
turning
round
to
look
at
him
balefully
.
"
The
light
!
Si
--
duty
.
"
Very
upright
,
white-haired
,
leonine
,
heroic
in
his
absorbed
quietness
,
he
felt
in
the
pocket
of
his
red
shirt
for
the
spectacles
given
him
by
Dona
Emilia
.
He
put
them
on
.
After
a
long
period
of
immobility
he
opened
the
book
,
and
from
on
high
looked
through
the
glasses
at
the
small
print
in
double
columns
.
A
rigid
,
stern
expression
settled
upon
his
features
with
a
slight
frown
,
as
if
in
response
to
some
gloomy
thought
or
unpleasant
sensation
.
But
he
never
detached
his
eyes
from
the
book
while
he
swayed
forward
,
gently
,
gradually
,
till
his
snow-white
head
rested
upon
the
open
pages
.
A
wooden
clock
ticked
methodically
on
the
white-washed
wall
,
and
growing
slowly
cold
the
Garibaldino
lay
alone
,
rugged
,
undecayed
,
like
an
old
oak
uprooted
by
a
treacherous
gust
of
wind
.
