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126 228 . the miracles of antichrist
" I sometimes looked at the letters you sent off,"
she continued. " I wanted to see with what learned
men you corresponded. It surprised me that the
letters were always addressed to the presidents and
secretaries of agricultural societies."
The cavaliere was unable to utter a word. Donna
Micaela enjoyed more than any one can tell to see
him so powerless.
She looked him steadily in the eyes. " I do not
believe that Domenico has yet learned to know a
ruin," she said emphatically. " The dirty youngsters
in Gela, it is said, play daily with him, and feed him
with water-cresses. Domenico, it seems, is a god in
Gela, not to speak of his-"
Cavaliere Palmeri seemed to get an idea.
"Your railroad," he said, "what did you say
about your railroad ? Perhaps I can come
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Donna Micaela did not listen to him. She took
up her pocket-book.
" I have a counterfeit old coin," she said. " A
Demarata of nickel. I bought it to show Domenico.
He will sniff at it."
" Now listen, child."
She did not listen to these attempts at penance.
Now the power was hers. Now it required more
than that to reconcile her.
" Once I opened your knapsack to look at your
archaic-treasures. All I found there was a piece of
an old vine."
She sparkled with merriment and fun.
" Child, child ! "
" What shall one call this ? It certainly can’t be
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