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316 THE MIRACLES OF ANTICHRIST ’
But on account of that story Empedokles’ name
has never been forgotten, and many have wondered
where his villa could have been situated.
Antiquaries and treasure-seekers have looked for it; for
the villa of the wonderful Empedokles was naturally
filled with marble statues, bronzes, and mosaics.
Donna Micaela’s father, Cavaliere Palmeri, had
set his heart on solving the problem of the villa.
Every morning he mounted his pony, Domenico,
and rode away to search for it. He was armed as
an investigator, with a scraper in his belt, a spade
at his side, and a big knapsack on his back.
Every evening, when Cavaliere Palmeri came
home, he told Donna Micaela about Domenico.
During the years that they had ridden about on
Etna, Domenico had become an antiquary. Domenico
turned from the road as soon as he caught sight of a
ruin. He stamped on the ground in places where
excavations should be made. He snorted scornfully
and turned away his head if any one showed him a
counterfeit piece of old money.
Donna Micaela listened with great patience and
interest. She was sure that in case that villa finally
did let itself be found Domenico would get all the
glory of the discovery.
Cavaliere Palmeri never asked his daughter about
her undertaking. He never showed any interest in
the railway. It seemed almost as if he were
ignorant that she was working for it.
It was not singular however; he never showed
interest in anything that concerned his daughter.
One day, as they both sat at the dining-table,
Donna Micaela all at once began to talk of the
railway.
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