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hen　all　might　be　arranged；　but　alas！　she　loves　him　as　the　sinner　loves　Satan；　she　is　consumed　with　a　criminal　passion；　she　has　fallen；　niece；　into　the　snares　of　the　Evil　One。　Let　us　be　virtuous　and　upright；　let　us　turn　our　eyes　away　from　the　ignoble　pair；　and　think　no　more　about　either　of　them。〃

〃You　know　nothing　about　women；　uncle；〃　said　Remedios；　with　flattering　hypocrisy；　〃you　are　a　holy　man；　you　do　not　understand　that　Rosario's　feeling　is　only　a　passing　caprice；　one　of　those　caprices　that　are　cured　by　a　sound　whipping。〃

〃Niece；〃　said　Don　Inocencio　gravely　and　sententiously；　〃when　serious　things　have　taken　place；　caprices　are　not　called　caprices；　but　by　another　name。〃

〃Uncle；　you　don't　know　what　you　are　talking　about；〃　responded　Maria　Remedios；　her　face　flushing　suddenly。　〃What！　would　you　be　capable　of　supposing　that　Rosaritowhat　an　atrocity！　I　will　defend　her；　yes；　I　will　defend　her。　She　is　as　pure　as　an　angel。　Why；　uncle；　those　things　bring　a　blush　to　my　cheek；　and　make　me　indignant　with　you。〃

As　she　spoke　the　good　priest's　face　was　darkened　by　a　cloud　of　sadness　that　made　him　look　ten　years　older。

〃My　dear　Remedios；〃　he　said；　〃we　have　done　all　that　is　humanly　possible；　and　all　that　in　conscience　we　can　or　ought　to　do。　Nothing　could　be　more　natural　than　our　desire　to　see　Jacintillo　connected　with　that　great　family；　the　first　in　Orbajosa；　nothing　more　natural　than　our　desire　to　see　him　master　of　the　seven　houses　in　the　town；　the　meadow　of　Mundogrande；　the　three　gardens　of　the　upper　farm；　La　Encomienda；　and　the　other　lands　and　houses　which　that　girl　owns。　Your　son　has　great　merit；　every　one　knows　it　well。　Rosarito　liked　him；　and　he　liked　Rosarito。　The　matter　seemed　settled。　Dona　Perfecta　herself；　without　being　very　enthusiastic；　doubtless　on　account　of　our　origin；　seemed　favorably　disposed　toward　it；　because　of　her　great　esteem　and　veneration　for　me；　as　her　confessor　and　friend。　But　suddenly　this　unlucky　young　man　presents　himself。　The　senora　tells　me　that　she　has　given　her　word　to　her　brother；　and　that　she　cannot　reject　the　proposal　made　by　him。　A　difficult　situation！　But　what　do　I　do　in　view　of　all　this？　Ah；　you　don't　know　every　thing！　I　will　be　frank　with　you。　If　I　had　found　Senor　de　Rey　to　be　a　man　of　good　principles；　calculated　to　make　Rosario　happy；　I　would　not　have　interfered　in　the　matter；　but　the　young　man　appeared　to　me　to　be　a　wretch；　and；　as　the　spiritual　director　of　the　house；　it　was　my　duty　to　take　a　hand　in　the　business；　and　I　took　it。　You　know　already　that　I　determined　to　unmask　him。　I　exposed　his　vices；　I　made　manifest　his　atheism；　I　laid　bare　to　the　view　of　all　the　rottenness　of　that　materialistic　heart；　and　the　senora　was　convinced　that　in　giving　her　daughter　to　him；　she　would　be　delivering　her　up　to　vice。　Ah；　what　anxieties　I　endured！　The　senora　vacillated；　I　strengthened　her　wavering　mind；　I　advised　her　concerning　the　means　she　might　lawfully　employ　to　send　her　nephew　away　without　scandal。　I　suggested　ingenious　ideas　to　her；　and　as　she　often　spoke　to　me　of　the　scruples　that　troubled　her　tender　conscience；　I　tranquillized　her；　pointing　out　to　her　how　far　it　was　allowable　for　us　to　go　in　our　fight　against　that　lawless　enemy。　Never　did　I　counsel　violent　or　sanguinary　measures　or　base　outrages；　but　always　subtle　artifices；　in　which　there　was　no　sin。　My　mind　is　tranquil；　my　dear　niece。　But　you　know　that　I　struggled　hard；　that　I　worked　like　a　negro。　Ah！　when　I　used　to　come　home　every　night　and　say；　'Mariquilla；　we　are　getting　on　well；　we　are　getting　on　very　well；'　you　used　to　be　wild　with　delight；　and　you　would　kiss　my　hands　again　and　again；　and　say　I　was　the　best　man　on　earth。　Why　do　you　fly　into　a　passion　now；　disfiguring　your　noble　character　and　peaceable　disposition？　Why　do　you　scold　me？　Why　do　you　say　that　you　are　indignant；　and　tell　me　in　plain　terms　that　I　am　nothing　better　than　an　idiot？〃

〃Because；〃　said　the　woman；　without　any　diminution　of　her　rage；　〃because　you　have　grown　faint…hearted　all　of　a　sudden。〃

〃The　thing　is　that　every　thing　is　going　against　us；　woman。　That　confounded　engineer；　protected　as　he　is　by　the　army；　is　resolved　to　dare　every　thing。　The　girl　loves　him；　the　girlI　will　say　no　more。　It　cannot　be；　I　tell　you　that　it　cannot　be。〃

〃The　army！　But　do　you　believe；　like　Dona　Perfecta；　that　there　is　going　to　be　a　war；　and　that　to　drive　Don　Pepe　from　the　town　it　will　be　necessary　for　one　half　of　the　nation　to　rise　up　against　the　other　half？　The　senora　has　lost　her　senses；　and　you　are　in　a　fair　way　to　lose　yours。〃

〃I　believe　as　she　does。　In　view　of　the　intimate　connection　of　Rey　with　the　soldiers　the　personal　question　assumes　larger　proportions。　But；　ah；　niece！　if　two　days　ago　I　entertained　the　hope　that　our　valiant　townsmen　would　kick　the　soldiers　out　of　the　town；　since　I　have　seen　the　turn　things　have　taken；　since　I　have　seen　that　most　of　them　have　been　surprised　before　fighting；　and　that　Caballuco　is　in　hiding　and　that　the　insurrection　is　going　to　the　devil；　I　have　lost　confidence　in　every　thing。　The　good　doctrines　have　not　yet　acquired　sufficient　material　force　to　tear　in　pieces　the　ministers　and　the　emissaries　of　error。　Ah；　niece！　resignation；　resignation！〃

And　Don　Inocencio；　employing　the　method　of　expression　which　characterized　his　niece；　heaved　two　or　three　profound　sighs。　Maria；　contrary　to　what　might　have　been　expected；　maintained　absolute　silence。　She　showed　now　neither　anger　nor　the　superficial　sentimentality　of　her　ordinary　life；　but　only　a　profound　and　humble　grief。　Shortly　after　the　good　canon　had　ended　his　peroration　two　tears　rolled　down　his　niece's　rosy　cheeks；　before　long　were　heard　a　few　half…suppressed　sighs；　and　gradually；　as　the　swell　and　tumult　of　a　sea　that　is　beginning　to　be　stormy　rise　higher　and　higher　and　become　louder　and　louder；　so　the　surge　of　Maria　Remedios'　grief　rose　and　swelled；　until　it　at　last　broke　forth　in　a　flood　of　tears。



CHAPTER　XXVII

A　CANON'S　TORTURE

〃Resignation；　resignation！〃　repeated　Don　Inocencio。

〃Resignation；　resignation！〃　repeated　his　niece；　drying　her　tears。　〃If　my　dear　son　is　doomed　to　be　always　a　beggar；　well；　then；　be　it　so。　Lawsuits　are　becoming　scarce；　the　day　will　soon　come　when　the　practice　of　the　law　will　be　the　same　as　nothing。　What　is　the　use　of　all　his　talent？　What　is　the　use　of　his　tiring　his　brain　with　so　much　study？　Ah！　We　are　poor。　A　day　will　come；　Senor　Don　Inocencio；　when　my　poor　boy　will　not　have　a　pillow　on　which　to　lay　his　head。〃

〃Woman！〃

〃Man！　can　you　deny　it？　Tell　me；　then；　what　inheritance　are　you　going　to　leave　him　when　you　close　your　eyes　on　this　world？　A　couple　of　rooms；　half　a　dozen　big　books；　poverty；　and　nothing　more。　What　times　are　before　us；　uncle；　what　times！　My　poor　boy　is　growing　very　delicate　in　his　health；　and　he　won't　be　able　to　workit　makes　him　dizzy　now　to　read　a　book；　he　gets　a　headache　and　nausea　whenever　he　works　at　night！　He　will　have　to　beg　a　paltry　situation；　I　shall　have　to　take　in　sewing；　and　who　knows；　who　knows　but　we　may　have　to　beg　our　bread！〃

〃Woman！〃

〃Oh；　I　know　very　well　what　I　am　talking　about！　Fine　times　before　us！〃　added　the　excellent　woman；　forcing　still　more　the　lachrymose　note　in　her　diatribe。　〃My　God！　What　is　going　to　become　of　us