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Updated: September 12, 2025
The civil-guards are not men, they are civil-guards; they do not listen to supplications and they are accustomed to see tears. Sisa instinctively raised her eyes toward the sky, that sky which smiled with brilliance indescribable, and in whose transparent blue floated some little fleecy clouds. She stopped to control the trembling that had seized her whole body.
Scarcely had he said this when they saw the crazy woman being led, or rather dragged along, by a soldier. Sisa was offering resistance. "Why are you arresting her? What has she done?" asked Ibarra. "Why, haven't you seen how she's been raising a disturbance?" was the reply of the guardian of the public peace. The leper caught up his basket hurriedly and ran away.
The soldiers were leaving the house and were alone, as they had arrested nothing more than the hen which Sisa had been fattening. She breathed more freely and took heart again. "How good they are and what kind hearts they have!" she murmured, almost weeping with joy. Had the soldiers burned her house but left her sons at liberty she would have heaped blessings upon them!
Other women were helping some of the men clean their ornaments and arms, humming doubtful songs the while. "It seems that the chicks have escaped, for you've brought only the old hen!" commented one woman to the new arrivals, whether alluding to Sisa or the still clucking hen is not certain.
So this affair was settled, and in due course Thomas received his letter of appointment as priest-in-charge of the Sisa station.
It appears that the church at Sisa, which I understand was quite a nice one built with subscriptions obtained in England by one of my predecessors who chanced to have influence or connections at home, has been recently burnt down together with the mission-house.
He said that if you continued to be so good he would come back to stay with us." An exclamation of disgust from Basilio's contracted lips interrupted her. "Son!" she reproached him. "Forgive me, mother," he answered seriously. "But aren't we three better off you, Crispin, and I? You're crying I haven't said anything." Sisa sighed and asked, "Aren't you going to eat?
Doña Consolacion also heard them in her tedium, and on learning who it was that sang, after a few moments of meditation, ordered that Sisa be brought to her instantly. Something like a smile wandered over her dry lips. When Sisa was brought in she came calmly, showing neither wonder nor fear.
His hunger at length appeased, he remembered to ask for the boys. Then Sisa smiled happily and resolved that she would not eat that night, because what remained was not enough for three. The father had asked for their sons and that for her was better than eating. Soon he picked up his game-cock and started away. "Don't you want to see them?" she asked tremulously.
"Old Tasio told me that they would be a little late. Crispin now knows how to read and perhaps Basilio will bring his wages." This last reason caused the husband to pause and waver, but his good angel triumphed. "In that case keep a peso for me," he said as he went away. Sisa wept bitterly, but the thought of her sons soon dried her tears.
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