human
Father DÃmaso is dead, said some.
gpt
When he was carried away, his face was congested with blood, and he no longer breathed.
human
May he rest in peace, but he has only paid his debt!
gpt
Why do you say that?
human
One of us students who came from Manila for the fõte left the church when the sermon in Tagalo began, saying it was Greek to him. Father DÃmaso sent for him afterward, and they came to blows.
gpt
Are we returning to the times of Nero?
human
You mistake, replied the first.
gpt
Nero was an artist, and Father DÃmaso is a jolly poor preacher!
human
To say which was wrong and which right is not easy, said the gobernadorcillo,
gpt
You probably mean, if Father DÃmaso had shown half the moderation of Seþor Ibarra, interrupted Don Filipo.
human
The pity is that the r¶les were interchanged: the youth conducted himself like an old man, and the old man like a youth.
gpt
And you say nobody but the daughter of Captain Tiago came between them? Not a monk, nor the alcalde? asked Captain Martin.
human
I wouldn't like to be in the young man's shoes. None of those who were afraid of him will ever forgive him. Hah, that's the worst of it!
gpt
You think so?
human
I hope, said Don Filipo, exchanging glances with Captain Basilio,
gpt
But, seþores, interrupted the gobernadorcillo,
human
They are always in the right, because we always say they're in the right. Let us say we are in the right for once, and then we shall have something to talk about!
gpt
Ah, the young blood! he said.
human
You don't seem to know what country you live in; you don't know your compatriots. The monks are rich; they are united; we are poor and divided. Try to defend him and you will see how you are left to compromise yourself alone!
gpt
Yes, cried Don Filipo bitterly,
human
Very well! Think of others and see how soon the others will let you hang!
gpt
I've had enough of it! cried the exasperated lieutenant.
human
I shall give my resignation to the alcalde to-day.
gpt
Aye! said one of them.
human
Young people are always the same. If his good mother were living, what would she say? When I think that my son, who is a young hothead, too, might have done the same thing----
gpt
I'm not with you, said another woman.
human
I should have nothing against my two sons if they did as Don Crisµstomo.
gpt
What are you saying, Capitana Maria?
human
I'm a poor stupid, said a third, the Capitana Tinay,
gpt
If I were rich as you, my children should travel, said the Capitana Maria.
human
Our sons ought to aspire to be more than their fathers. I have not long to live, and we shall meet again in the other world.
gpt
Your ideas, Capitana Maria, are little Christian, said Sister Rufa severely.
human
Make yourself a sister of the Sacred Rosary, or of St. Francis.
gpt
Sister Rufa, when I'm a worthy sister of men, I will think about being a sister of the saints,
human
What troubles me most, said he,
gpt
Who said there wouldn't be a school?
human
I say so. The White Fathers have called Don Crisµstomo plibastiero. There won't be any school.
gpt
And is that a bad name?
human
It's the worst one Christian can give another.
gpt
Worse than tarantado and saragate?
human
If it weren't, it wouldn't amount to much.
gpt
Come now. It can't be worse than indio, as the alfÕrez says.
human
Then is it as bad as betalapora, that the old woman of the alfÕrez says?
gpt
You remember the word ispichoso (suspect), which had only to be said of a man to have the guards lead him off to prison? Well, plibastiero is worse yet; if any one calls you plibastiero, you can confess and pay your debts, for there's nothing else left to do but get yourself hanged. That's what the telegrapher and the sub-director say, and you know whether the telegrapher and the sub-director ought to know: one talks with iron wires, and the other knows Spanish, and handles nothing but the pen.