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victory
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archaeology. Is it perhaps charity, is it perhaps
penance–"
Cavaliere Palmeri now struck his hand on the
table, so that glasses and plates jumped. This
became too painful. A stiff and solemn elderly
gentleman could not stand such sport. " As surely as you
are my daughter, you will be silent now."
" Your daughter," she said, and all fun was
instantly gone, "am I really your daughter? The
children in Gela are at least allowed to caress Dom-
enico, but I-"
" What do you wish, Micaela, what do you desire ? "
They looked at each other, and their eyes filled
simultaneously with tears.
" I have no one but you," she murmured.
Cavaliere Palmeri opened his arms to her. She
rose lingeringly, she could hardly believe her eyes.
" I know how it will be," he said grumblingly,
" not a minute shall I have for myself."
"To discover the villa?"
" Come and kiss me, Micaela ! To-night for the
first time since we left Catania, you are fascinating."
When she threw her arms around him, it was with
a hoarse, wild cry, which almost frightened him.
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