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Updated: June 10, 2025
As he said these last words, Paz moistened with his tears the hand of Don Vegal. They were the first tears this man had shed! The reproaches of Don Vegal died away before this respectful submission. The young girl had become his guest; she was sacred!
Often some busy chief gave them a secret order, and went on his way; and all, notwithstanding their detours, were assembling by degrees in the wealthiest quarters of Lima, in proportion as the Limanians were scattered abroad in the country. Don Vegal, absorbed in his own researches, soon forgot this singular state of things.
There was so much of grief in her depression, that the marquis could not look at her without emotion; and he was preparing to console her by some kind words, when Father Joachim de Camarones approached him, saying in a low voice: "Señor Don Vegal, pray do not approach her." Then he made a sign to Sarah, who followed him to an obscure and deserted chapel.
When Don Vegal, who had returned to re-enter by the principal door, reached the chamber where Sarah was reposing, he found Martin Paz kneeling beside her. The marquis was about to reproach the Indian with his conduct, when the latter said to him: "You see, my father, whether I love you! Ah! why did you throw yourself in my way? We should have been already free in our mountains.
Don Vegal passed into the adjoining room, without replying. "Proud Spaniard!" muttered Samuel, "I will crush thy insolence, as I disperse thy riches! By Solomon! I am a skillful man, since my interests keep pace with my sentiments." Don Vegal, on leaving the Jew, had found Martin Paz in profound dejection of spirits, mingled with mortification. "What is the matter?" he asked affectionately.
The kind of dominion which I exercise over them will be without effect on the day when I do not swear death to their oppressors, whoever they may be! And, besides, what am I now?" added Martin Paz, with great sadness; "a fugitive who would not have three hours to live in the streets of Lima." "Paz, you must promise me that you will not return thither." "How can I promise you this, Don Vegal?
Nothing! He returned at last, exhausted with fatigue, to Lima; the clock of the cathedral was striking four. Don Vegal remarked some groups of Indians before his dwelling; but he could not, without compromising the man of whom he was in search, ask them "Where is Martin Paz?" He re-entered, more despairing than ever.
"With a generous man who has permitted me to call him my father," replied Martin Paz, pointing to the Spaniard. The young girl, restored by the voice of the Indian to a consciousness of her position, covered her face with her trembling hands, and began to sob. "Withdraw, friend," said Don Vegal to the young man; "withdraw."
But the young Indian had just stooped and no longer heard him, for an Indian had whispered these words in his ear: "They are pillaging the house of Don Vegal, perhaps assassinating him!" At these words Martin Paz recoiled. Manangani seized him by the arm; but, repulsing him with a vigorous hand, the Indian darted toward the square.
You know not whose existence is bound to that of this child. One day one single day! at least until I find Martin Paz, he whom my heart and God have named my son!" Father Joachim returned to the young girl; Don Vegal went out and traversed the streets of Lima. The Spaniard was surprised at the noise, the commotion, the agitation of the city.
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