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Updated: June 25, 2025
Do, Placido, it's not money thrown away." He accompanied these words with a significant wink. Placido recalled the case of a student who had passed through the entire course by presenting canary-birds, so he subscribed three pesos. "Look now, I'll write your name plainly so that the professor will read it, you see Placido Penitente, three pesos. Ah, listen!
At that moment there appeared the face of Placido Penitente, who was accompanied by the pyrotechnician that we saw receiving orders from Simoun. The newcomers were surrounded and importuned for news. "I haven't been able to talk with the prisoners," explained Placido. "There are some thirty of them." "Be on your guard," cautioned the pyrotechnician, exchanging a knowing look with Placido.
Don't you know, Placido, that I'm getting to be a regular ass? What about Wednesday?" "Wednesday? Wait Wednesday, it was a little wet." "Fine! What about Tuesday, old man?" "Tuesday was the professor's nameday and we went to entertain him with an orchestra, present him flowers and some gifts." "Ah, carambas!" exclaimed Juanito, "that I should have forgotten about it! What an ass I am!
Makaraig and some others have asked that an academy of Castilian be opened, which is a piece of genuine foolishness " "All right, all right, after awhile. They're already beginning," answered Placido, trying to get away. "But your professor may not call the roll " "Yes, yes; but he calls it sometimes. Later on, later on! Besides, I don't want to put myself in opposition to Makaraig."
And in the Chapel of the Madonna in S. Severo, a little monastery of the Order of Camaldoli, in the same city, he painted in fresco a Christ in Glory, and a God the Father with angels round Him, and six saints seated, S. Benedict, S. Romualdo, S. Laurence, S. Jerome, S. Mauro, and S. Placido, three on either side; and on this picture, which was held at that time to be most beautiful for a work in fresco, he wrote his name in large and very legible letters.
But Placido was not reckoning upon what awaited him in the house of the silversmith. Cabesang Andang had just arrived from Batangas, having come to do some shopping, to visit her son, and to bring him money, jerked venison, and silk handkerchiefs.
Shaking his head up and down, the professor slowly opened the register and slowly scanned it while he called off the names in a low voice. "Palencia Palomo Panganiban Pedraza Pelado Pelaez Penitents, aha! Placido Penitente, fifteen unexcused absences " Placido started up. "Fifteen absences, Padre?"
He had expected that he would not meet his mother there, as she was in the habit, when in Manila, of going out at that hour to a neighboring house where panguingui was played, but Cabesang Andang was waiting to propose her plan. She would avail herself of the procurator of the Augustinians to restore her son to the good graces of the Dominicans. Placido stopped her with a gesture.
"There's a fellow who's happy!" muttered Placido with a sigh, as he gazed toward the group, which became converted into vaporous silhouettes, with Juanito's arms plainly visible, rising and falling like the arms of a windmill. "That's all he's good for," observed Simoun. "It's fine to be young!" To whom did Placido and Simoun each allude?
"It means that you haven't learned the lesson, you petty meddler, you don't understand it yourself, and yet you prompt your neighbor!" The class took no offense, but on the contrary many thought the epithet funny and laughed. Placido bit his lips. "What's your name?" the professor asked him. "Placido," was the curt reply. "Aha!
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