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"
Yes
;
but
what
is
there
to
remember
?
There
were
no
cares
.
"
Mrs.
Gould
sighed
.
And
as
two
friends
,
after
a
long
separation
,
will
revert
to
the
most
agitated
period
of
their
lives
,
they
began
to
talk
of
the
Sulaco
Revolution
.
It
seemed
strange
to
Mrs.
Gould
that
people
who
had
taken
part
in
it
seemed
to
forget
its
memory
and
its
lesson
.
"
And
yet
,
"
struck
in
the
doctor
,
"
we
who
played
our
part
in
it
had
our
reward
.
Don
Pepe
,
though
superannuated
,
still
can
sit
a
horse
.
Barrios
is
drinking
himself
to
death
in
jovial
company
away
somewhere
on
his
fundacion
beyond
the
Bolson
de
Tonoro
.
And
the
heroic
Father
Roman
--
I
imagine
the
old
padre
blowing
up
systematically
the
San
Tome
mine
,
uttering
a
pious
exclamation
at
every
bang
,
and
taking
handfuls
of
snuff
between
the
explosions
--
the
heroic
Padre
Roman
says
that
he
is
not
afraid
of
the
harm
Holroyd
's
missionaries
can
do
to
his
flock
,
as
long
as
he
is
alive
.
"
Mrs.
Gould
shuddered
a
little
at
the
allusion
to
the
destruction
that
had
come
so
near
to
the
San
Tome
mine
.
"
Ah
,
but
you
,
dear
friend
?
"
"
I
did
the
work
I
was
fit
for
.
"
"
You
faced
the
most
cruel
dangers
of
all
.
Something
more
than
death
.
"
"
No
,
Mrs.
Gould
!
Only
death
--
by
hanging
.
And
I
am
rewarded
beyond
my
deserts
.
"
Noticing
Mrs.
Gould
's
gaze
fixed
upon
him
,
he
dropped
his
eyes
.
