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Updated: June 26, 2025
"That it is, that it is!" said Dona Perfecta, with difficulty concealing her fury. "Now that you have confessed it So, then, neither alcalde nor judge " "Nor governor of the province." "Let them take the bishop from us also and send us a choir boy in his stead." "That is all that is wanting if the people here will allow them to do it," murmured Don Inocencio, lowering his eyes.
Dona Perfecta passed through the dining-room into the garden, followed by Maria Remedios. "Fortunately we have Ca-Ca-Ca-balluco there," said the canon's niece. "Where?" "In the garden, also. He cli-cli-climbed over the wall." Dona Perfecta explored the darkness with her wrathful eyes. Rage gave them the singular power of seeing in the dark peculiar to the feline race.
Before the canon and Dona Perfecta had had time to exchange a word, an elderly woman, Dona Perfecta's confidential servant and her right hand, entered the dining-room, and her mistress, seeing that she looked disturbed and anxious, was at once filled with disquietude, suspecting that something wrong was going on in the house.
Perhaps I'd better mention only the very greatest, like Don Quixote, and Gil Blas, and Wilhelm Meister, and The Vicar of Wakefield, and Clarissa Harlowe, and Emma, and Pride and Prejudice, and The Bride of Lammermoor, and I Promessi Sposi, and Belinda, and Frankenstein, and Chartreuse de Parme, and César Birotteau, and The Last Days of Pompeii, and David Copperfield, and Pendennis, and The Scarlet Letter, and Blithedale Romance, and The Cloister and the Hearth, and Middlemarch, and Smoke, and Fathers and Sons, and A Nest of Nobles, and War and Peace, and Anna Karénina, and Resurrection, and Dona Perfecta, and Marta y Maria, and I Malavoglia, and The Return of the Native, and L'Assomoir, and Madame Bovary, and The Awkward Age, and The Grandissimes and most of the other books of the same authors.
He approached her while Dona Perfecta and Don Cayetano were discussing some domestic matter apart. "You have offended mamma," said Rosarito. Her features expressed something like terror. "It is true," responded the young man; "I have offended your mamma I have offended you." "No, not me. I already imagined that the Infant Jesus ought not to wear trousers."
When Brigadier Rey died in 1841, his two children, Juan and Perfecta, had just married: the latter the richest land-owner of Orbajosa, the former a young girl of the same city. The husband of Perfecta was called Don Manuel Maria Jose de Polentinos, and the wife of Juan, Maria Polentinos; but although they had the same surname, their relationship was somewhat distant and not very easy to make out.
Poor Perfecta speaks frequently of this cloud, which is growing blacker and blacker, while she becomes every day more yellow. The poor mother finds consolation for her grief in religion and in devotional exercises, which each day she practises with a more exemplary and edifying piety.
"Now you all are at our mercy." "The authorities of the place," objected Jacinto, "still exercise their functions as usual." "I think you are mistaken," responded the soldier, whose countenance Dona Perfecta and the Penitentiary were studying with profound interest. "The alcalde of Orbajosa was removed from office an hour ago." "By the governor of the province?"
She looked at the canon, who had taken off his gold spectacles to wipe them, and then fixed her eyes successively on each of the other persons in the room, including Caballuco, who, entering shortly before, had seated himself on the edge of a chair. Dona Perfecta looked at them as a general looks at his trusty body-guard.
For her, as I confess for me, "Dona Perfecta" is not realistic enough realistic as it is; for realism at its best is not tendencious.
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