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?©, 1861-1896

"The Social Cancer"

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The priest thought a moment and then answered: "The invitation is
very tempting and I accept it to prove to you that I hold no rancor
against you. But I shall have to go late, after I've attended to my
duties. Happy are you who are free, entirely free."
A few moments later Ibarra left in order to look after the arrangements
for the picnic on the next day. The night was dark and in the street
some one approached and saluted him respectfully.
"Who are you?" asked Ibarra.
"Sir, you don't know my name," answered the unknown, "but I've been
waiting for you two days."
"For what purpose?"
"Because nowhere has any pity been shown me and they say that I'm an
outlaw, sir. But I've lost my two sons, my wife is insane, and every
one says that I deserve what has happened to me."
Ibarra looked at the man critically as he asked, "What do you want
now?"
"To beg for your pity upon my wife and sons."
"I can't stop now," replied Ibarra. "If you wish to come, you can
tell me as we go along what has happened to you.


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