human
On the following day, hardly were the candles lighted in the churches when a mass was being offered for the poor felon, and the countess, on her knees before the altar was praying with fervor and penitence, for the clemency of God, which is not like that of men, excludes none. And now Rita, what do you think?
gpt
I think she dreamed it.
human
Goodness, goodness! what incredulity, said Uncle Pedro.
gpt
Rita will be like that Tucero, who, the preachers say, separated from the church.
human
Ave Maria! Do not say that, Pedro, exclaimed Maria,
gpt
What is that?
human
Nothing, Mamma Maria, answered Perico, laughing;
gpt
Mother, said Angela,
human
This is too much, exclaimed Rita, who was in bad humor.
gpt
Go along and sit on the lap of earth, and don't come back till you bring grandchildren.
human
I should like to know, said Pedro,
gpt
Perico! Perico! cried Maria, in terror,
human
Mamma Maria, you are excited and frightened. Don't you hear that it is the water in the gutter?
gpt
I, for my part, said Pedro, in a low voice, as if to himself,
human
Pedro! Pedro! are we always to go back to that? Why will you make yourself wretched? Of what use is it to return to the past, for which there is no remedy?
gpt
The truth is, Anna, what I suffer at times overwhelms me, and I must give it vent. Often at night, when I am alone in my house, it falls upon me. Anna, believe me, many a night, when all is still and sleep flies from me, I see him; yes, I see him--the grenadier my son slew. I see him just as I saw him alive, in his grey capote and fur cap, rise out of the well and come into the room where he was killed, to look for the stains of his own blood. I sec him before my eyes, tall, motionless, terrible.