First he received me with kicks, saying that he wouldn't pay anything since he himself had run the risk of getting killed through the fault of my dear, unfortunate brother.

I went to talk to him yesterday, but he had gone to Manila.

He left me five hundred pesos for charity's sake and charged me not to come back again.

Ah, Padre, five hundred pesos for my poor brother--five hundred pesos! Ah, Padre--" At first the curate had listened with surprise and attention while his lips curled slightly with a smile of such disdain and sarcasm at the sight of this farce that, had Lucas noticed it, he would have run away at top speed.

"Now what do you want ?" he asked, turning away.
"Ah, Padre, tell me for the love of God what I ought to do.