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318 the miracles of antichrist
“ You will come to-morrow to the ceremony of
the laying of the foundations?”
“I do not know; I have my investigations.”
Donna Micaela began to crumble her bread rather
hastily. Her patience was exhausted. She had
not asked him to share her sorrows, but her joys;
he must share her joys!
All at once the shackles of submission and fear,
which had bound her ever since the time of his
imprisonment, broke.
“You who ride so much about Etna,” she said
with a very quiet voice, “must have also come to
Gela ?”
The cavaliere looked up and seemed to search his
memory. “ Gela, Gela ? ”
“ Gela is a village of a hundred houses, which is
situated on the southern side of Monte Chiaro, quite
at its foot,” continued Donna Micaela, with the most
innocent expression. “ It is squeezed in between
Simeto and the mountain, and a branch of the river
generally flows through the principal street of Gela
so that it is very unusual to be able to pass
dry-shod through the village. The roof of the church
fell in during the last earthquake, and it has never
been mended, for Gela is quite destitute. Have
you really never heard of Gela?”
Cavaliere Palmeri answered with inexpressible
solemnity: “My investigations have taken me up
the mountain. I have not thought of looking for
the great philosopher’s villa in Gela.”
“But Gela is an interesting town,” said Donna
Micaela, obstinately. “They have no separate
outhouses there. The pigs live on the lower floor, the
people one flight up. There is an endless number
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