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"'
Yes
,
yes
,
but
--
'
"'
Empty
speeches
,
'
I
interrupted
her
.
'
Hiding
their
fears
behind
imbecile
hopes
.
They
are
all
great
Parliamentarians
there
--
on
the
English
model
,
as
you
know
.
'
I
was
so
furious
that
I
could
hardly
speak
.
She
made
a
gesture
of
despair
.
"
Through
the
door
I
held
a
little
ajar
behind
me
,
we
heard
Dun
Juste
's
measured
mouthing
monotone
go
on
from
phrase
to
phrase
,
like
a
sort
of
awful
and
solemn
madness
.
"'
After
all
,
the
Democratic
aspirations
have
,
perhaps
,
their
legitimacy
.
The
ways
of
human
progress
are
inscrutable
,
and
if
the
fate
of
the
country
is
in
the
hand
of
Montero
,
we
ought
--
'
"
I
crashed
the
door
to
on
that
;
it
was
enough
;
it
was
too
much
.
There
was
never
a
beautiful
face
expressing
more
horror
and
despair
than
the
face
of
Antonia
.
I
could
n't
bear
it
;
I
seized
her
wrists
.
"'
Have
they
killed
my
father
in
there
?
'
she
asked
.
"
Her
eyes
blazed
with
indignation
,
but
as
I
looked
on
,
fascinated
,
the
light
in
them
went
out
.
"'
It
is
a
surrender
,
'
I
said
.
And
I
remember
I
was
shaking
her
wrists
I
held
apart
in
my
hands
.
'
But
it
's
more
than
talk
.
Your
father
told
me
to
go
on
in
God
's
name
.
'
"
My
dear
girl
,
there
is
that
in
Antonia
which
would
make
me
believe
in
the
feasibility
of
anything
.
One
look
at
her
face
is
enough
to
set
my
brain
on
fire
.
And
yet
I
love
her
as
any
other
man
would
--
with
the
heart
,
and
with
that
alone
.
She
is
more
to
me
than
his
Church
to
Father
Corbelan
(
the
Grand
Vicar
disappeared
last
night
from
the
town
;
perhaps
gone
to
join
the
band
of
Hernandez
)
.
She
is
more
to
me
than
his
precious
mine
to
that
sentimental
Englishman
.
I
wo
n't
speak
of
his
wife
.
She
may
have
been
sentimental
once
.
The
San
Tome
mine
stands
now
between
those
two
people
.
'
Your
father
himself
,
Antonia
,
'
I
repeated
;
'
your
father
,
do
you
understand
?
has
told
me
to
go
on
.
'
