She looked up at her husband.

There were tears in her eyes as she said: "While you are forgiving that man, you'd better think how much forgiveness I need for having stopped taking bread of the panaderia in the heart of winter, when they needed the money so badly! To think of their struggling along, and yet giving bread every day to a woman and three babies! If the panaderia folks had not done this, you'd never have found out about this plan to rob the zanja! That woman would simply have kept the story and the key to herself, and those dishonest men would have found somebody else to open the gates at night for them.

It was only because she thought that you were a noted customer of the panaderia that she sent you word of this plan to steal the water." The great Zanjero turned and looked at Rosa.
"Tell that sick woman," he said gravely, "that I forgive her husband for opening the gate, though I don't know how much water he helped steal that night.

Tell her, though, that he must never do such a thing again.

I am coming to see him myself, and I shall tell him he is forgiven.