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Updated: May 15, 2025
The letter-carrier, named Cristoval Ramos, and nicknamed Caballuco a personage whose acquaintance we have already made also visited the house, and to him Dona Perfecta was accustomed to address warnings and reprimands as energetic as the following: "A pretty mail service you have! How is it that my nephew has not received a single letter since he has been in Orbajosa?
The great Caballuco escaped by a miracle, taking refuge in the house of the Troyas, but not thinking himself safe there he descended, as we have seen, to the holy and unsuspected mansion of the good canon.
"He may be going to the brigadier's." "The brigadier lives up the street, and Don Pepe is going down in the direction of the senora's house." "Of the senora's house!" exclaimed Caballuco, quickening his steps. But they were mistaken. The man whom they were watching passed the house of Polentinos and walked on. "Do you see that you were wrong?"
At your service, senor." The two men saluted each other, it being noticeable that Caballuco performed his civilities with an expression of haughtiness and superiority that revealed, at the very least, a consciousness of great importance, and of a high standing in the district.
Well, then senora! resign yourself to see something still more terrible, unless you make up your mind to call Caballuco and say to him, 'Caballuco, I hope that " "The same thing again; what a simpleton you are!" "Oh yes! I know I am a great simpleton; but how can I help it if I am not any wiser? I say what comes into my head, without any art."
He discovers who I am, he falls upon me with the soldiers, and good-bye to Caballuco. As for giving him a treacherous blow, that is something I couldn't do; nor would Dona Perfecta consent to it, either. For a stab in the dark Cristobal Ramos is not the man." "But are you crazy, man? What are you thinking about?" said the Penitentiary, with unmistakable signs of astonishment.
I need to have brave people in the house; and even with that it may very well happen that, some fine morning, my daughter and myself will be found murdered in our beds." "Senora!" exclaimed every one. "Senora!" cried Caballuco, rising to his feet, "is that a jest, or what is it?"
When the carrying of the mail is entrusted to such a giddy-pate, how can things be expected to go well? I will speak to the governor of the province so that he may be careful what kind of people he puts in the post-office." Caballuco, shrugging his shoulders, looked at Rey with the most complete indifference. One day he entered the house with a letter in his hand.
"What a valiant spirit!" said Don Inocencio. "What a fist you have!" Every one was looking at the table, which had been split in two by the blow. Then they looked at the never-enough-to-be-admired Renialdos or Caballuco.
"Caballuco is there!" "Up there? In the house of the Troyas?" "Yes, senor. He spoke to me from the terrace, and he told me he was afraid they were coming there to arrest him." "Oh, what a fool! That idiot is going to allow himself to be arrested!" exclaimed Dona Perfecta, tapping the floor impatiently with her foot. "He wants to come down and let us hide him in the house." "Here?"
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