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Updated: May 7, 2025
The priest, shrinking from the tight grasp of Ibarra's hand, at last made a great effort and said: "You are mistaken. I have done nothing with your father." "What? No?" continued the young man, the weight of his hand on the priest's shoulder almost making him kneel. "No, I assure you. It was my predecessor. It was Father Dámaso "
For some seconds, Elias looked fixedly into Ibarra's eyes and then replied: "If human justice should ever wish to clear up this mystery, I beg of you not to speak to any one about the warning that I gave you in the church." "Don't be troubled about that," replied the young man with a certain note of displeasure in his voice. "I know that they are hunting you, but I am no informer."
You give her something to eat and a good bed. Take care that she isn't ill-treated! Tomorrow she'll be taken to Señor Ibarra's house." Then he closed the door carefully, bolted it, and approached his wife. "You're tempting me to kill you!" he exclaimed, doubling up his fists. "What's the matter with you?" she asked, rising and drawing away from him.
"Oh, it's not on my account, not on my account!" exclaimed Elias with some vigor and haughtiness. "It's on your own account. I fear nothing from men." Ibarra's surprise increased. The tone in which this rustics formerly a pilot spoke was new and did not seem to harmonize with either his condition or his fortune. "What do you mean?" he asked, interrogating that mysterious individual with his looks.
"I rather think that I'm not mistaken. He was Don Rafael Ibarra." "Yes, Don Rafael Ibarra," echoed the youth weakly. "Well, I thought you knew about it," muttered the soldier in a tone of compassion as he saw what was passing in Ibarra's mind. "I supposed that you but be brave! Here one cannot be honest and keep out of jail."
And how are all the family?" "Very well, very well, thank you!" replied the visitors from the country. But the place where the greatest animation reigns, where there is almost a tumult, is over there on the level piece of ground, a short distance from Ibarra's house.
Elias stared into Ibarra's eyes for some seconds before he replied, "When human courts try to clear up this mystery, I beg of you not to speak to any one of the warning that I gave you in the church." "Don't worry," answered the youth in a rather disgusted tone. "I know that you're wanted, but I'm no informer."
Under the last rays of the setting sun they left the woods, passing in silence by the mysterious tomb of Ibarra's ancestors. Afterwards, the merry talk was resumed in a lively manner, full of warmth, beneath those branches so little accustomed to hear so many voices. The trees seemed sad, while the vines swung back and forth as if to say, "Farewell, youth! Farewell, dream of a day!"
A man of proud bearing, apparently about forty years of age, then arose from the bench of the elders. He was the rich Capitan Basilio, the direct contrast of Don Rafael, Ibarra's father. He was a man who maintained that after the death of St.
"It'll be acknowledged, Padre, it'll be acknowledged and perhaps you'll get a miter!" answered the glowing alferez, glancing at the cuffs of his uniform. "So, you send me four guards in plain clothes, eh? Be discreet, and tonight at eight o'clock it'll rain stars and crosses." While all this was taking place, a man ran along the road leading to Ibarra's house and rushed up the stairway.
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