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And whilst this great bliss was surging through
her, her father sat opposite her, perfectly stiff and
indifferent.
" Why, that is quite remarkable," was all he
said.
" I suppose you would like to be present
to-morrow at the foundation feast ? "
" I hardly know. I have my researches."
Donna Micaela began crumbling her bread to
pieces somewhat impetuously. Her patience was at
an end. He had been spared taking any share in
her sorrows, but her joy ! He must share her joy !
And all at once the bond of submissiveness and
fear burst, which had bound her ever since his
imprisonment.
" You, that travel so much on Etna," she said in
a very gentle voice, " have, no doubt, visited
Gela ? "
The Cavaliere looked up and seemed to search in
his memory. " Gela, Gela ? "
" Gela is a village of about one hundred houses,
lying on the south side of Monte Chiaro, close by
its foot," continued Donna Micaela with a most
innocent mien. " It lies wedged in between Simeto
and the mountain wall, and an arm of the river most
frequently takes its course through Gela’s street, so
that one very rarely is able to get through the
village dry-shod. The roof of the church fell in at the
last earthquake, and has not been repaired, because
Gela is impoverished. Have you really not heard
about Gela ? "
Cavaliere Palmeri answered with inr1 scribable
earnestness : " My researches have taken me further
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