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"Sir," replied Elias gravely, "I am the bearer of the wishes of many unfortunates." "Unfortunates? What do you mean?" In a few words Elias recounted his conversation with the leader of the tulisanes, omitting the latter's doubts and threats. Ibarra listened attentively and was the first to break the long silence that reigned after he had finished his story. "So they want "
But, on that day when you see yourself poor, ragged, hungry, persecuted, denounced and betrayed by your very countrymen, on that day you will curse yourself, your country and all." "Your words grieve me," said Ibarra, resentfully. Elias bowed his head, meditated and replied: "I wish to set you right, Señor, and to avoid a miserable future for you.
"I always hold myself responsible for acts which emanate from my own will, Father," replied Don Filipo, slightly inclining his head. "But my little authority does not give me power to meddle in religious affairs. Those who wish to avoid contact with him do not have to speak to him. Señor Ibarra does not force himself on any one." "But he affords danger. He who loves danger perishes in it."
Ibarra grasped the handle of the sharp knife convulsively. Now the struggle seemed to be at an end and the head of the youth appeared, to be greeted with joyful cries. The eyes of the old women filled with tears. The pilot climbed up with one end of the rope in his hand and once on the platform began to pull on it.
Besides, the lawyer says that if Señor Ibarra had refused to acknowledge the letter, he might have been able to do a great deal for him but at sight of the letter he turned pale, lost his courage, and confirmed everything written in it." "Did you say that the letter was directed to a woman?" asked a Franciscan. "How did it get into the hands of the prosecutor?" The lieutenant did not answer.
We'll still see one another surely." These last words were accompanied by a look at Linares. The girl raised toward him her lovely eyes, full of purity and sadness. They were so beseeching and eloquent that Ibarra stopped in confusion. "May I come tomorrow?" "You know that for my part you are always welcome," she answered faintly.
Then raising her face, bathed in tears, she said to him in a low voice, scarcely audible: "Do you still love me?" "Child!" "Then ... protect my father, and break off the marriage!" Then she related her last interview with Ibarra, omitting the reference to her birth. Father Dámaso could scarcely believe what he heard. "While he lived," continued the maiden, "I intended to fight, to wait, to trust.
"By the way, captain," said Ben-Zayb, turning around, "do you know in what part of the lake a certain Guevara, Navarra, or Ibarra, was killed?" The group looked toward the captain, with the exception of Simoun, who had turned away his head as though to look for something on the shore. "Ah, yes!" exclaimed Doña Victorina. "Where, captain? Did he leave any tracks in the water?"
"I do not speak in enigmas; I try to express myself clearly. For your greater security, it is necessary that your enemies think you unsuspecting and off your guard." Ibarra stepped back. "My enemies? Have I enemies?" "All of us have, sir, all from the lowest insect to man, from the poorest to the richest and most powerful. Enmity is the law of life.
As the sun was sinking below the horizon Ibarra stepped into Elias's banka at the shore of the lake. The youth looked out of humor. "Pardon me, sir," said Elias sadly, on seeing him, "that I have been so bold as to make this appointment. I wanted to talk to you freely and so I chose this means, for here we won't have any listeners. We can return within an hour."
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