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“
If
I
had
wanted
to
,
sir
,
I
could
have
made
you
come
to
me
from
back
there
in
the
Quien
Sabe
ranch
.
”
The
priest
shook
his
head
.
“
It
troubles
me
,
”
he
said
,
“
to
think
that
my
own
will
can
count
for
so
little
.
Just
now
I
could
not
resist
.
If
a
deep
river
had
been
between
us
,
I
must
have
crossed
it
.
Suppose
I
had
been
asleep
now
?
”
“
It
would
have
been
all
the
easier
,
”
answered
Vanamee
.
“
I
understand
as
little
of
these
things
as
you
.
But
I
think
if
you
had
been
asleep
,
your
power
of
resistance
would
have
been
so
much
the
more
weakened
.
”
“
Perhaps
I
should
not
have
waked
.
Perhaps
I
should
have
come
to
you
in
my
sleep
.
”
“
Perhaps
.
”
Sarria
crossed
himself
.
“
It
is
occult
,
”
he
hazarded
.
“
No
;
I
do
not
like
it
.
Dear
fellow
,
”
he
put
his
hand
on
Vanamee
’
s
shoulder
,
“
don
’
t
—
call
me
that
way
again
;
promise
.
See
,
”
he
held
out
his
hand
,
“
I
am
all
of
a
tremble
.
There
,
we
won
’
t
speak
of
it
further
.
Wait
for
me
a
moment
.
I
have
only
to
put
the
cross
in
its
place
,
and
a
fresh
altar
cloth
,
and
then
I
am
done
.
To
-
morrow
is
the
feast
of
The
Holy
Cross
,
and
I
am
preparing
against
it
.
The
night
is
fine
.
We
will
smoke
a
cigar
in
the
cloister
garden
.
”
A
few
moments
later
the
two
passed
out
of
the
door
on
the
other
side
of
the
church
,
opposite
the
pulpit
,
Sarria
adjusting
a
silk
skull
cap
on
his
tonsured
head
.
He
wore
his
cassock
now
,
and
was
far
more
the
churchman
in
appearance
than
when
Vanamee
and
Presley
had
seen
him
on
a
former
occasion
.
They
were
now
in
the
cloister
garden
.
The
place
was
charming
.
Everywhere
grew
clumps
of
palms
and
magnolia
trees
.
A
grapevine
,
over
a
century
old
,
occupied
a
trellis
in
one
angle
of
the
walls
which
surrounded
the
garden
on
two
sides
.
Along
the
third
side
was
the
church
itself
,
while
the
fourth
was
open
,
the
wall
having
crumbled
away
,
its
site
marked
only
by
a
line
of
eight
great
pear
trees
,
older
even
than
the
grapevine
,
gnarled
,
twisted
,
bearing
no
fruit
.
Directly
opposite
the
pear
trees
,
in
the
south
wall
of
the
garden
,
was
a
round
,
arched
portal
,
whose
gate
giving
upon
the
esplanade
in
front
of
the
Mission
was
always
closed
.
Small
gravelled
walks
,
well
kept
,
bordered
with
mignonette
,
twisted
about
among
the
flower
beds
,
and
underneath
the
magnolia
trees
.
In
the
centre
was
a
little
fountain
in
a
stone
basin
green
with
moss
,
while
just
beyond
,
between
the
fountain
and
the
pear
trees
,
stood
what
was
left
of
a
sun
dial
,
the
bronze
gnomon
,
green
with
the
beatings
of
the
weather
,
the
figures
on
the
half
-
circle
of
the
dial
worn
away
,
illegible
.
But
on
the
other
side
of
the
fountain
,
and
directly
opposite
the
door
of
the
Mission
,
ranged
against
the
wall
,
were
nine
graves
—
three
with
headstones
,
the
rest
with
slabs
.
Two
of
Sarria
’
s
predecessors
were
buried
here
;
three
of
the
graves
were
those
of
Mission
Indians
.
One
was
thought
to
contain
a
former
alcalde
of
Guadalajara
;
two
more
held
the
bodies
of
De
La
Cuesta
and
his
young
wife
(
taking
with
her
to
the
grave
the
illusion
of
her
husband
’
s
love
)
,
and
the
last
one
,
the
ninth
,
at
the
end
of
the
line
,
nearest
the
pear
trees
,
was
marked
by
a
little
headstone
,
the
smallest
of
any
,
on
which
,
together
with
the
proper
dates
—
only
sixteen
years
apart
—
was
cut
the
name
“
Angele
Varian
.
”
