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Updated: June 26, 2025
Why does He let so many worthy and just ones suffer and look complacently upon their tortures?" "The just and the worthy must suffer in order that their ideas may be known and extended! You must shake or shatter the vase to spread its perfume, you must smite the rock to get the spark! There is something providential in the persecutions of tyrants, Señor Simoun!"
Quiroga, with his smooth tongue and humble smile, was lavishly and flatteringly attentive to Simoun. His voice was caressing and his bows numerous, but the jeweler cut his blandishments short by asking brusquely: "Did the bracelets suit her?" At this question all Quiroga's liveliness vanished like a dream.
All expected wonders, and Sinang's husband thought he saw carbuncles, gems that flashed fire and shone in the midst of the shadows. Capitan Basilio was on the threshold of immortality: he was going to behold something real, something beyond his dreams. "This was a necklace of Cleopatra's," said Simoun, taking out carefully a flat case in the shape of a half-moon.
"Yes, nitro-glycerin!" repeated Simoun slowly, with his cold smile and a look of delight at the glass flask. "It's also something more than nitro-glycerin it's concentrated tears, repressed hatred, wrongs, injustice, outrage. It's the last resort of the weak, force against force, violence against violence. A moment ago I was hesitating, but you have come and decided me.
Sandoval was curious and gazed about scrutinizing everything, tasting the food, examining the pictures, reading the bill of fare. The others conversed on the topics of the day: about the French actresses, about the mysterious illness of Simoun, who, according to some, had been found wounded in the street, while others averred that he had attempted to commit suicide.
Simoun was the only one who could compromise him, although he thought of Cabesang Tales. "Are there tulisanes " "No, man, nothing more than students." Basilio recovered his serenity. "What has happened then?" he made bold to ask. "Seditious pasquinades have been found; didn't you know about them?" "Where?" "In the University." "Nothing more than that?" "Whew!
The startled Don Custodio turned his head to see if there was any Indian within ear-shot, but fortunately those nearby were rustics, and the two helmsmen seemed to be very much occupied with the windings of the river. "But, Señor Simoun " "Don't fool yourself, Don Custodio," continued Simoun dryly, "only in this way are great enterprises carried out with small means.
It was the same locket that Maria Clara had worn during the fiesta in San Diego and which she had in a moment of compassion given to a leper. "I like the design," said Simoun. "How much do you want for it?" Cabesang Tales scratched his head in perplexity, then his ear, then looked at the women. "I've taken a fancy to this locket," Simoun went on. "Will you take a hundred, five hundred pesos?
"But what's your opinion about that, Padre Salvi?" he asked the Franciscan, who seemed to be absorbed in thought. "Doesn't it seem to you as though his Grace, instead of giving her a cave, ought to have placed her in a nunnery in St. Clara's, for example? What do you say?" There was a start of surprise on Padre Sibyla's part to notice that Padre Salvi shuddered and looked askance at Simoun.
Simoun secured information about the condition of the roads and asked Cabesang Tales if his revolver was a sufficient protection against the tulisanes. "They have rifles that shoot a long way," was the rather absent-minded reply. "This revolver does no less," remarked Simoun, firing at an areca-palm some two hundred paces away.
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