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ONE year, and a half of another year, had passed. Sheep-shearings and vintages had been in San Pasquale; and Alessandro's new house, having been beaten on by the heavy spring rains, looked no longer new. It stood on the south side of the valley, -- too far, Ramona felt, from the blessed bell; but there had not been land enough for wheat-fields any nearer, and she could see the chapel, and the posts, and, on a clear day, the bell itself. The house was small. "Small to hold so much joy," she said, when Alessandro first led her to it, and said, deprecatingly, "It is small, Majella, -- too small; " and he recollected bitterly, as he spoke, the size of Ramona's own room at the Senora's house. "Too small," he repeated.
"Very small to hold so much joy, my Alessandro," she laughed; "but quite large enough to hold two persons."