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A
slight
smile
seemed
to
move
the
corner
of
the
lip
that
was
on
his
side
.
"
You
know
you
were
a
very
terrible
person
,
a
sort
of
Charlotte
Corday
in
a
schoolgirl
's
dress
;
a
ferocious
patriot
.
I
suppose
you
would
have
stuck
a
knife
into
Guzman
Bento
?
"
She
interrupted
him
.
"
You
do
me
too
much
honour
.
"
"
At
any
rate
,
"
he
said
,
changing
suddenly
to
a
tone
of
bitter
levity
,
"
you
would
have
sent
me
to
stab
him
without
compunction
.
"
"
Ah
,
par
exemple
!
"
she
murmured
in
a
shocked
tone
.
"
Well
,
"
he
argued
,
mockingly
,
"
you
do
keep
me
here
writing
deadly
nonsense
.
Deadly
to
me
!
It
has
already
killed
my
self-respect
.
And
you
may
imagine
,
"
he
continued
,
his
tone
passing
into
light
banter
,
"
that
Montero
,
should
he
be
successful
,
would
get
even
with
me
in
the
only
way
such
a
brute
can
get
even
with
a
man
of
intelligence
who
condescends
to
call
him
a
gran
'
bestia
three
times
a
week
.
It
's
a
sort
of
intellectual
death
;
but
there
is
the
other
one
in
the
background
for
a
journalist
of
my
ability
.
"
"
If
he
is
successful
!
"
said
Antonia
,
thoughtfully
.
"
You
seem
satisfied
to
see
my
life
hang
on
a
thread
,
"
Decoud
replied
,
with
a
broad
smile
.
"
And
the
other
Montero
,
the
'
my
trusted
brother
'
of
the
proclamations
,
the
guerrillero
--
have
n't
I
written
that
he
was
taking
the
guests
'
overcoats
and
changing
plates
in
Paris
at
our
Legation
in
the
intervals
of
spying
on
our
refugees
there
,
in
the
time
of
Rojas
?
He
will
wash
out
that
sacred
truth
in
blood
.
In
my
blood
!
Why
do
you
look
annoyed
?
This
is
simply
a
bit
of
the
biography
of
one
of
our
great
men
.
What
do
you
think
he
will
do
to
me
?
There
is
a
certain
convent
wall
round
the
corner
of
the
Plaza
,
opposite
the
door
of
the
Bull
Ring
.
You
know
?
Opposite
the
door
with
the
inscription
,
Intrada
de
la
Sombra
.
'
Appropriate
,
perhaps
!
That
's
where
the
uncle
of
our
host
gave
up
his
Anglo-South-American
soul
.
And
,
note
,
he
might
have
run
away
.
A
man
who
has
fought
with
weapons
may
run
away
.
You
might
have
let
me
go
with
Barrios
if
you
had
cared
for
me
.
I
would
have
carried
one
of
those
rifles
,
in
which
Don
Jose
believes
,
with
the
greatest
satisfaction
,
in
the
ranks
of
poor
peons
and
Indios
,
that
know
nothing
either
of
reason
or
politics
.
The
most
forlorn
hope
in
the
most
forlorn
army
on
earth
would
have
been
safer
than
that
for
which
you
made
me
stay
here
.
When
you
make
war
you
may
retreat
,
but
not
when
you
spend
your
time
in
inciting
poor
ignorant
fools
to
kill
and
to
die
.
"
