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"Or purveyor to the Palace!" added her escort, jealous of Simoun. In the students' box, Pecson, Sandoval, and Isagani had remained, while Tadeo had gone to engage Don Custodio in conversation about his projects, and Makaraig to hold an interview with Pepay.
Pecson crossed himself gravely and arose, restraining his clownish laugh with an effort, at the same time mimicking a certain Augustinian preacher, then famous, and beginning in a murmur, as though he were reading a text. "Si tripa plena laudal Deum, tripa famelica laudabit fratres if the full stomach praises God, the hungry stomach will praise the friars.
"Listen," said Isagani seriously, "I want you to understand that, speaking of friars, I respect one." Sandoval was getting merry, so he began to sing a shady couplet about the friars. "Hear me, brethren!" continued Pecson. "Turn your gaze toward the happy days of your infancy, endeavor to analyze the present and ask yourselves about the future. What do you find? Friars, friars, and friars!
Chinese stew made of pork " "Which should be dedicated to Padre Irene." "Get out! Padre Irene doesn't eat pork, unless he turns his nose away," whispered a young man from Iloilo to his neighbor. "Let him turn his nose away!" "Down with Padre Irene's nose," cried several at once. "Respect, gentlemen, more respect!" demanded Pecson with comic gravity. "The third course is a lobster pie "
That man with knitted brows?" "Yes, that's Don Custodio, the liberal, Don Custodio. His brows are knit because he's meditating over some important project. If the ideas he has in his head were carried out, this would be a different world! Ah, here comes Makaraig, your housemate." It was in fact Makaraig, with Pecson, Sandoval, and Isagani. Upon seeing them, Tadeo advanced and spoke to them.
"But, on what ground, tell me this, on what ground can they refuse permission for what plainly appears to be extremely useful and necessary?" asked Sandoval. Pecson shrugged his shoulders. "It's that it endangers the integrity of the fatherland," he replied in the tone of a notary reading an allegation. "That's pretty good! What has the integrity of the fatherland to do with the rules of syntax?"
"I didn't say that, Sandoval," replied Pecson, grinning until he exposed his wisdom-tooth. "For me the General has his own judgment, that is, the judgment of all those within his reach. That's plain!" "You're dodging cite me a fact, cite me a fact!" cried Sandoval. "Let's get away from hollow arguments, from empty phrases, and get on the solid ground of facts," this with an elegant gesture.
All this was answered by the pessimist Pecson, a chubby youth with a wide, clownish grin, who spoke of outside influences, whether the Bishop A., the Padre B., or the Provincial C., had been consulted or not, whether or not they had advised that the whole association should be put in jail a suggestion that made Juanito Pelaez so uneasy that he stammered out, "Carambas, don't you drag me into "
I've just seen Padre Irene." "What does Padre Irene say?" inquired Pecson. "The same as Don Custodio, and the rascal still had the audacity to congratulate me. The Commission, which has taken as its own the decision of the arbiter, approves the idea and felicitates the students on their patriotism and their thirst for knowledge " "Well?"
"And in order that we may participate in the management of the academy," Makaraig went on, "we are intrusted with the collection of contributions and dues, with the obligation of turning them over to the treasurer whom the corporation may designate, which treasurer will issue us receipts." "Then we're tax-collectors!" remarked Tadeo. "Sandoval," said Pecson, "there's the gauntlet take it up!"
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