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Updated: June 5, 2025
"True!" the man exclaimed, and his eyes blazed for a moment. "It's a locket set with diamonds and emeralds," Sinang told the jeweler. "My old friend wore it before she became a nun." Simoun said nothing, but anxiously watched Cabesang Tales, who, after opening several boxes, found the locket. He examined it carefully, opening and shutting it repeatedly.
Sinang again clucked with her tongue, her mother again pinched her, although at the same time herself emitting a 'Susmaría of wonder. No one there had ever before seen so much wealth. In that chest lined with dark-blue velvet, arranged in trays, were the wonders of the Arabian Nights, the dreams of Oriental fantasies.
He acknowledged the presence of Linares with a profound bow. Fray Salvi arose and extended his hand so cordially that the youth could not restrain a look of astonishment. "Don't be surprised," said Fray Salvi, "for I was just now praising you." Ibarra thanked him and went up to Sinang, who began with her childish garrulity, "Where have you been all day?
"I'll read the examination myself and you'll have only to recall your sins." "Write to him not to think of me any more," murmured Maria Clara in Sinang's ear as the latter said good-by to her. "What?" But the aunt again approached, and Sinang had to go away without understanding what her friend had meant.
He stopped for a few moments to speak with Ibarra, who accompanied him to one of the carriages, which were at the disposal of the guests. "He's doing well to leave, that kill-joy," murmured Sinang. "He has a face that seems to say, 'Don't laugh, for I know about your sins!"
Father Salví, pale, and decided at last, came out of his hiding-place and went downstairs. "The tulisanes have killed the alferez!" said Aunt Isabel. "Maria Clara, Sinang, go to your room! Fasten the door! Kyrie eleison!" Ibarra also went toward the stairs, in spite of Aunt Isabel, who was saying: "Don't go out! You haven't confessed yet. Don't go out!"
"Who's there?" asked the voice of Maria Clara. The voices became hushed and the door did not open. "It's I, may I come in?" called the young man, his heart beating violently. The silence continued. Then light footsteps approached the door and the merry voice of Sinang murmured through the keyhole, "Crisostomo, we're going to the theater tonight. Write what you have to say to Maria."
"Those two earrings!" exclaimed Sinang, looking at her father and instinctively covering the arm next to her mother. "Something more ancient yet, something Roman," said Capitan Basilio with a wink.
Aunt Isabel fell on her knees weeping and reciting the Kyrie eleyson; Capitan Tiago, pale and trembling, carried on his fork a chicken-liver which he offered tearfully to the Virgin of Antipolo; Linares with his mouth full of food was armed with a case-knife; Sinang and Maria Clara were in each other's arms; while the only one that remained motionless, as if petrified, was Crisostomo, whose paleness was indescribable.
She was listening to all that was going on but without taking her eyes off the music in spite of the concealed pinches which Sinang gave her to express her joy. Had she been alone, she would have danced. "Father Dámaso?" asked Linares without finishing the sentence. "Yes," continued the curate.
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