“Tell me,” il Duce said, watching her, “why do you wear that cross?” The woman reached up and twirled the gold crucifix between her second and third fingers. “Why, Excellency, does it bother you?” He shook his head. “I just ask why you wear it. What does it mean to you?” “It means the sacrifice of Jesus Christ. For us. For our sins.” “Ah. And you really believe he existed, that what happened to him, what is said to have happened, is actually true.” “Of course, Excellency!” she said in a surprised voice. “It says so in the Bible!” “But you never consider that someone may have tampered with the
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