Part 51 (1/2)

And turning to the young woman: ”You want to be a nun? You shall be one. I do not want you to die.”

Maria Clara took his two hands, clasped them in her own and kissed them as she knelt.

”G.o.dfather, my G.o.dfather!” she repeated.

Immediately, Father Damaso went out, sad, with drooping head and sighing.

”G.o.d, O G.o.d! Thou existeth, for Thou punisheth. But avenge Thyself on me and do not harm the innocent. Save my child!”

NOTES

[1] Street in Manila.

[2] Archbishop and author of theological works.

[3] Roof of the first story used as a veranda.

[4] Petty governor, the highest local official.

[5] Trellis work made of reeds.

[6] Local commander of the Civil Guard.

[7] A narrow canoe.

[8] A drink made of honey and ginger.

[9] A light, early breakfast.