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Updated: June 9, 2025
Here we are safe! This is freedom! This is joy!" "Can Majella be content?" he asked. "I can almost be glad, Alessandro!" she cried, inspired by the glorious scene. "I dreamed not it was like this!" It was a wondrous valley. The mountain seemed to have been cleft to make it.
Now you look nearly strong as ever; your eyes shine, and your hand is not hot! It is the blessed air; it has cured you, as it cured Felipe of the fever." "If the air could keep me well, I had not been ill, Majella," replied Alessandro. "I had been under no roof except the tule-shed, till I saw you. It is not the air;" and he looked at her with a gaze that said the rest.
"But, Alessandro," continued Ramona, "were there really bad men at the other Missions? Surely not the Franciscan Fathers?" "Perhaps not the Fathers themselves, but the men under them. It was too much power, Majella. When my father has told me how it was, it has seemed to me I should not have liked to be as he was. It is not right that one man should have so much power.
When she spoke like this, he felt indeed as if a being of some other sphere had come to dwell by his side. "I cannot find how to feel towards the saints as you do, my Majella," he said. "I am afraid of them. It must be because they love you, and do not love us. That is what I believe, Majella. I believe they are displeased with us, and no longer make mention of us in heaven.
The Americans are living in my father's house, Majella," he went on, his whisper growing thick with rage. "That was what kept me so long. I was looking in at the window at them eating their supper. I thought I should go mad, Majella. If I had had my gun, I should have shot them all dead!" An almost inarticulate gasp was Ramona's first reply to this. "Living in your house!" she said.
As she dropped her voice at this caution, it seemed even sweeter than before: "'Come, O sinners, Come, and we will sing Tender hymns To our refuge," "Ah, Majella, there is no sinner here, except me!" said Alessandro. "My Majella is like one of the Virgin's own saints."
This brought them past the place where Antonio's house had stood. Here Alessandro halted, and putting his hand on Baba's rein, walked the horses close to the pile of ruined walls. "This was Antonio's house, Majella," he whispered. "I wish every house in the valley had been pulled down like this. Old Juana was right.
"I know not, Majella, if ever we may be safe; but I hope so. I have been all day thinking I had gone foolish last night, when I told Mrs. Hartsel that I was on my way to San Pasquale. But if men should come there asking for us, she would understand, I think, and keep a still tongue. She would keep harm from us if she could."
In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, she was transformed from the dauntless, confident, sunny woman, who bore him up as it were on wings of hope and faith, to a timid, shrinking, despondent child, crying out in alarm, and clinging to the hand. "After a time, dear Majella, when you are wonted to the place, I must go, to fetch the wagon and the few things that were ours.
To the east and northeast lay ranges of high mountains, their tops lost in the clouds. The whole sky was overcast and gray. "If it were spring, this would mean rain," said Alessandro; "but it cannot rain, I think, now." "No!" laughed Ramona, "not till we get our house done. Will it be of adobe, Alessandro?" "Dearest Majella, not yet! At first it must be of the tule.
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