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"I say that if you wish to go, do so," repeated Dona Perfecta, with admirable serenity, while her countenance expressed the most complete and unaffected sincerity. "No, senora: I do not wish to go." "So much the better; I think you are right. You are more tranquil here, notwithstanding the suspicions with which you are tormenting yourself. Poor Pepillo!
"I can't find the senorita anywhere," said the servant, in answer to her mistress' questions. "Good Heavens Rosario! Where is my daughter?" "Virgin of Succor protect us!" cried the Penitentiary, taking up his hat and preparing to hurry out with Dona Perfecta. "Search for her well. But was she not with you in her room?"
"I know already," returned Dona Perfecta, with a sort of bellow. Rosario fell senseless on the floor. "Let us go down stairs," said Dona Perfecta, without paying any attention to her daughter's swoon. The two women glided down stairs like two snakes. The maids and the man-servant were in the hall, not knowing what to do.
I am not a man to disturb myself about any worldly and temporal interest. Dona Perfecta is well aware of that; all who know me are aware of it. My mind is at rest, and the triumph of the wicked does not terrify me.
"A wretch! Let us end this at once. I refuse to give my daughter to you; I refuse her to you!" "I will take her then! I shall take only what is mine." "Leave my presence!" exclaimed Dona Perfecta, rising suddenly to her feet. "Coxcomb, do you suppose that my daughter thinks of you?" "She loves me, as I love her." "It is a lie! It is a lie!" "She herself has told me so.
They are both present passions of mine, and I may say of the 'Dona Perfecta' of Galdos that no book, if I except those of the greatest Russians, has given me a keener and deeper impression; it is infinitely pathetic, and is full of humor, which, if more caustic than that of Valdes, is not less delicious.
Rosario, one of the sweetest and purest images of girlhood that I know in fiction, abandons herself with equal passion to the love she feels for her cousin Pepe, and to the love she feels for her mother, Dona Perfecta. She is ready to fly with him, and yet she betrays him to her mother's pitiless hate.
It might be said of her that with her habits and manner of life she had wrought a sort of rind, a stony, insensible covering within which she shut herself, like the snail within his portable house. Dona Perfecta rarely came out of her shell.
Licurgo and the three countrymen laughed boisterously. "When the soldiers and the new authorities," said Dona Perfecta, "have taken from us our last real, when the town has been disgraced, we will send all the valiant men of Orbajosa in a glass case to Madrid to be put in the museum there or exhibited in the streets." "Long life to the mistress!" cried the man called Vejarruco demonstratively.
"But who, senora, who would dare to commit such outrages?" asked one of the four countrymen. "Orbajosa would rise as one man to defend the mistress." "But who, who would do it?" they all repeated. "There, don't trouble yourselves asking useless questions," said the Penitentiary officiously. "You may go." "No, no, let them stay," said Dona Perfecta quickly, drying her tears.
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