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Updated: June 25, 2025
"Is the Señor at home?" asked Elias of the servant. "He is in his laboratory at work." Ibarra, in order to pass the time while he impatiently waited for the hour when he could make explanations to Maria Clara, had gone to work in his cabinet. "Ah, is it you, Elias?" he exclaimed. "I was thinking about you.
On our way back to the town through the hot sun, I picked some sage leaves that grew beside the path and gave them to you to put in your hat so that you might not get a headache. You smiled and caught my hand, and we made up." Ibarra smiled with happiness as he opened his pocketbook and took from it a piece of paper in which were wrapped some dry, blackened leaves which gave off a sweet odor.
I've put in only the strongest and most durable woods molave, dungon, ipil, langil and sent for the finest tindalo, malatapay, pino, and narra for the finishings. Do you want to look at the foundations?" The workmen saluted Ibarra respectfully, while Ñor Juan made voluble explanations. "Here is the piping that I have taken the liberty to add," he said.
All flee to save themselves; nobody thinks of anyone else; the women faint and their cries are not heard; they fall; are trampled over; fear and fright overcome modesty, and under cover of darkness.... He fancied he could see Ibarra carrying Maria Clara fainting in his arms, and then disappearing in the darkness.
"Juan Crisostomo Ibarra? Who is he?" asked his Excellency, handing the paper to his neighbor. "A joke in very bad taste!" exclaimed Don Custodio. "To sign the name of a filibuster dead more than ten years!" "A filibuster!" "It's a seditious joke!" "There being ladies present "
About the middle of the game, Ibarra received a telegram which made his eyes glisten and his face grow pale. He put it in his pocket-book, not, however, without directing a glance at the group of young women who continued with much laughter to play the wheel of fortune. "Check to the king!" said the young man. Captain Basilio had no other resort than to hide him behind the queen.
Ibarra was speaking to Maria Clara. "Tomorrow before daybreak your wish shall be fulfilled. I'll arrange everything tonight so that nothing will be lacking." "Then I'll write to my girl friends to come. But arrange it so that the curate won't be there." "Why?" "Because he seems to be watching me. His deep, gloomy eyes trouble me, and when he fixes them on me I'm afraid.
"If you are able, señor, to grant me some hours of conversation, come this afternoon to the shore of the lake and embark in my banca, for I want to talk with you about some serious matters," said Elias. Ibarra gave a nod of assent and went away. Ñor Juan brought the list, but Ibarra read it in vain. The name of Elias was not on it.
Ibarra was thinking that in those depths lay the remains of his father. The mothers of the girls did not want to go to the other baklad or weir. They preferred to go back home happy, for the day had commenced with a bad omen and they feared that they would suffer many misfortunes. "It is all because we have not heard mass," sighed one of them.
Vainly were the rich wedding presents heaped upon a table; neither the diamonds in their cases of blue velvet, nor the piña embroideries, nor the rolls of silk, drew the gaze of Maria Clara. Without reading or even seeing it the maiden sat staring at the newspaper which gave an account of the death of Ibarra, drowned in the lake.
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