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Updated: June 26, 2025
A few moments later the daughter of Dona Perfecta Polentinos gave her cousin, amid happy tears, a tender glance followed by these words: "I loved you before I had ever seen you." Placing her hands in those of the young man she rose to her feet, and their forms disappeared among the leafy branches of an oleander walk.
Pepe Rey found himself in that state of mind in which the calmest man is seized by a sudden rage, by a blind and brutal impulse to strangle some one, to strike some one in the face, to break some one's head, to crush some one's bones. But Dona Perfecta was a woman and was, besides, his aunt; and Don Inocencio was an old man and an ecclesiastic.
"Well, it is better to wait until to-morrow." "I am not going to-morrow, either." "When are you going, then?" "We will see presently," said the young man coldly, looking at his aunt with imperturbable calmness. "For the present I do not intend to go away." His eyes flashed forth a fierce challenge. Dona Perfecta turned first red, then pale.
"No, I cannot believe that you would take so rash a resolution," said Don Cayetano, thinking himself obliged to take some part in the question. "But you will come back, will you not?" asked the canon. "At what time does the morning train pass?" asked Dona Perfecta, in whose eyes was clearly discernible the feverish impatience of her exaltation. "I am going away to-night." "But there is no moon."
"Ah, mamma, senora!" exclaimed the girl, embracing her mother; "bind me fast!" "In truth you would deserve it. What madness is this?" "Bind me fast! I am going away I am going away with him!" Dona Perfecta felt a flood of fire surging from her heart up to her lips. She controlled herself, however, and answered her daughter only with her eyes, blacker than the night.
"The worst of it is," said Dona Perfecta to her nephew surprising the glance which he cast in the direction of the ill-assorted pair "the worst of it is, that you have offended poor Rosario. You must do all in your power to make your peace with her. The poor child is so good!" "Oh, yes! so good," added the canon, "that I have no doubt that she will forgive her cousin."
He was received by the servants, by order of its mistress, who, being at the time in a deplorable state of mind, did not wish to go down stairs to meet the soldier, and by them he was shown to the only room in the house which, it seemed, was disposable, the room occupied by Pepe Rey. "Let them settle themselves as best they can," said Dona Perfecta, with an expression of gall and vinegar.
It is true that Don Cayetano never interfered in the affairs of the house nor Dona Perfecta in those of the library, except to have it swept and dusted every Saturday, regarding with religious respect the books and papers that were in use on the table or anywhere else in the room.
And what is that? Have you spoken to him already?" "Yes, senor; but he paid no attention to me, or rather he refused. There are only two people in Orbajosa who can make him do what they wish by a simple order you and Dona Perfecta." "Let Dona Perfecta order him to do it if she wishes, then. I will never advise the employment of violent and brutal measures.
One morning, finding a favorable occasion, he opened his mind to Dona Perfecta on this point. "Nephew," responded that lady, with her accustomed gentleness, "don't be rash. Why! you are like fire. Your father was just the same what a man he was! You are like a flash I have already told you that I will be very glad to call you my son. And Rosarito will not oppose it since I wish it.
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