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78 THE MIRACLES OF AJVTICHRIST
signorinas to make them mistresses of their black
lava palaces.
She also liked the summer-palace. The faded
chintz, a hundred years old, that covered the
furniture told her stories. And she found a deep
meaning in all the love scenes between the shepherds
and shepherdesses on the walls.
She had soon found out the secret of Don Ferrante.
He was no ordinary shop-keeper in a side street.
He was a man of ambition, who was collecting
money in order to buy back the family estate on
Etna and the palace in Catania and the castle on the
mainland. And if he went in short jacket and
pointed cap, like a peasant, it was in order the
sooner to be able to appear as a grandee of Spain
and prince of Sicily.
After they were married Don Ferrante always
used every evening to put on a velvet coat, take
his guitar under his arm, and place himself on the
stairway to the gallery in the music-room in the
summer-palace and sing canzoni. While he sang,
Donna Micaela dreamed that she had been married
to the noblest man in beautiful Sicily.
When Donna Micaela had been married a few
months her father was released from prison and
came to live at the summer palace with his daughter.
He liked the life in Diamante and became friends
with every one. He liked to talk to the bee-raisers
and vineyard workers whom he met at the Caf6
Europa, and he amused himself every day by riding
about on the slopes of Etna to look for antiquities.
But he had by no means forgiven his daughter.
He lived under her roof, but he treated her like a
stranger, and never showed her affection. Donna
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