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In
his
message
the
Vicar-General
answered
upon
his
head
for
Hernandez
's
fidelity
.
As
to
his
power
,
he
pointed
out
that
he
had
remained
unsubdued
for
so
many
years
.
In
that
letter
Decoud
's
idea
of
the
new
Occidental
State
(
whose
flourishing
and
stable
condition
is
a
matter
of
common
knowledge
now
)
was
for
the
first
time
made
public
and
used
as
an
argument
.
Hernandez
,
ex-bandit
and
the
last
general
of
Ribierist
creation
,
was
confident
of
being
able
to
hold
the
tract
of
country
between
the
woods
of
Los
Hatos
and
the
coast
range
till
that
devoted
patriot
,
Don
Martin
Decoud
,
could
bring
General
Barrios
back
to
Sulaco
for
the
reconquest
of
the
town
.
"
Heaven
itself
wills
it
.
Providence
is
on
our
side
,
"
wrote
Father
Corbelan
;
there
was
no
time
to
reflect
upon
or
to
controvert
his
statement
;
and
if
the
discussion
started
upon
the
reading
of
that
letter
in
the
Amarilla
Club
was
violent
,
it
was
also
shortlived
.
In
the
general
bewilderment
of
the
collapse
some
jumped
at
the
idea
with
joyful
astonishment
as
upon
the
amazing
discovery
of
a
new
hope
.
Others
became
fascinated
by
the
prospect
of
immediate
personal
safety
for
their
women
and
children
.
The
majority
caught
at
it
as
a
drowning
man
catches
at
a
straw
.
Father
Corbelan
was
unexpectedly
offering
them
a
refuge
from
Pedrito
Montero
with
his
llaneros
allied
to
Senores
Fuentes
and
Gamacho
with
their
armed
rabble
.
All
the
latter
part
of
the
afternoon
an
animated
discussion
went
on
in
the
big
rooms
of
the
Amarilla
Club
.
Even
those
members
posted
at
the
windows
with
rifles
and
carbines
to
guard
the
end
of
the
street
in
case
of
an
offensive
return
of
the
populace
shouted
their
opinions
and
arguments
over
their
shoulders
.
As
dusk
fell
Don
Juste
Lopez
,
inviting
those
caballeros
who
were
of
his
way
of
thinking
to
follow
him
,
withdrew
into
the
corredor
,
where
at
a
little
table
in
the
light
of
two
candles
he
busied
himself
in
composing
an
address
,
or
rather
a
solemn
declaration
to
be
presented
to
Pedrito
Montero
by
a
deputation
of
such
members
of
Assembly
as
had
elected
to
remain
in
town
.
His
idea
was
to
propitiate
him
in
order
to
save
the
form
at
least
of
parliamentary
institutions
.
Seated
before
a
blank
sheet
of
paper
,
a
goose-quill
pen
in
his
hand
and
surged
upon
from
all
sides
,
he
turned
to
the
right
and
to
the
left
,
repeating
with
solemn
insistence
--
"
Caballeros
,
a
moment
of
silence
!
A
moment
of
silence
!
We
ought
to
make
it
clear
that
we
bow
in
all
good
faith
to
the
accomplished
facts
.
"
The
utterance
of
that
phrase
seemed
to
give
him
a
melancholy
satisfaction
.
The
hubbub
of
voices
round
him
was
growing
strained
and
hoarse
.
In
the
sudden
pauses
the
excited
grimacing
of
the
faces
would
sink
all
at
once
into
the
stillness
of
profound
dejection
.
Meantime
,
the
exodus
had
begun
.
Carretas
full
of
ladies
and
children
rolled
swaying
across
the
Plaza
,
with
men
walking
or
riding
by
their
side
;
mounted
parties
followed
on
mules
and
horses
;
the
poorest
were
setting
out
on
foot
,
men
and
women
carrying
bundles
,
clasping
babies
in
their
arms
,
leading
old
people
,
dragging
along
the
bigger
children
.
When
Charles
Gould
,
after
leaving
the
doctor
and
the
engineer
at
the
Casa
Viola
,
entered
the
town
by
the
harbour
gate
,
all
those
that
had
meant
to
go
were
gone
,
and
the
others
had
barricaded
themselves
in
their
houses
.
In
the
whole
dark
street
there
was
only
one
spot
of
flickering
lights
and
moving
figures
,
where
the
Senor
Administrador
recognized
his
wife
's
carriage
waiting
at
the
door
of
the
Avellanos
's
house
.
He
rode
up
,
almost
unnoticed
,
and
looked
on
without
a
word
while
some
of
his
own
servants
came
out
of
the
gate
carrying
Don
Jose
Avellanos
,
who
,
with
closed
eyes
and
motionless
features
,
appeared
perfectly
lifeless
.
His
wife
and
Antonia
walked
on
each
side
of
the
improvised
stretcher
,
which
was
put
at
once
into
the
carriage
.
The
two
women
embraced
;
while
from
the
other
side
of
the
landau
Father
Corbelan
's
emissary
,
with
his
ragged
beard
all
streaked
with
grey
,
and
high
,
bronzed
cheek-bones
,
stared
,
sitting
upright
in
the
saddle
.
Then
Antonia
,
dry-eyed
,
got
in
by
the
side
of
the
stretcher
,
and
,
after
making
the
sign
of
the
cross
rapidly
,
lowered
a
thick
veil
upon
her
face
.
The
servants
and
the
three
or
four
neighbours
who
had
come
to
assist
,
stood
back
,
uncovering
their
heads
.
On
the
box
,
Ignacio
,
resigned
now
to
driving
all
night
(
and
to
having
perhaps
his
throat
cut
before
daylight
)
looked
back
surlily
over
his
shoulder
.
"
Drive
carefully
,
"
cried
Mrs.
Gould
in
a
tremulous
voice
.
