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"
A
lie
,
lepero
!
You
gave
it
to
Don
Miguel
Diaz
.
No
denial
,
sir
!
I
've
seen
it
since
.
"
"
O
Señora
,
pardon
!
pardon
!
I
am
not
guilty
--
indeed
I
am
not
.
"
"
Stupid
,
you
should
have
told
your
story
better
.
You
have
committed
yourself
.
How
much
did
Don
Miguel
pay
you
for
your
treason
?
"
"
As
I
live
,
lady
,
it
was
not
treason
.
He
--
he
--
forced
it
from
me
--
by
threats
--
blows
.
I
--
I
--
was
not
paid
.
"
"
You
shall
be
,
then
!
I
discharge
you
from
my
service
;
and
for
wages
take
that
,
and
that
,
and
that
--
"
For
at
least
ten
times
are
the
words
repeated
--
the
riding
whip
at
each
repetition
descending
upon
the
shoulders
of
the
dishonest
messenger
.
He
essays
to
escape
by
running
off
.
In
vain
.
He
is
brought
up
again
by
the
dread
of
being
ridden
over
,
and
trampled
under
the
hoofs
of
the
excited
horse
.
Not
till
the
blue
wheals
appear
upon
his
brown
skin
,
does
the
chastisement
cease
.
"
Now
,
sirrah
;
from
my
sight
!
and
let
me
see
you
no
more
.
Al
monte
!
al
monte
!
"
With
ludicrous
alacrity
the
command
is
obeyed
.
Like
a
scared
cat
the
discharged
servitor
rushes
out
of
the
glade
;
only
too
happy
to
hide
himself
,
and
his
shame
,
under
the
shadows
of
the
thorny
thicket
.
