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CHAPTER XXVII 136
"Sinang!" scolded Victoria.
"I haven't been able to endure him since he tore up the Wheel of Fortune. I don't go to confession to him any
more."
Of all the houses one only was to be noticed without lights and with all the windows closed--that of the
alferez. Maria Clara expressed surprise at this.
"The witch! The Muse of the Civil Guard, as the old man says," exclaimed the irrepressible Sinang. "What has
she to do with our merrymakings? I imagine she's raging! But just let the cholera come and you'd see her give
a banquet."
"But, Sinang!" again her cousin scolded.
"I never was able to endure her and especially since she disturbed our picnic with her civil-guards. If I were
the Archbishop I'd marry Her to Padre Salvi--then think what children! Look how she tried to arrest the poor
pilot, who threw himself into the water simply to please--"
She was not allowed to finish, for in the corner of the plaza where a blind man was singing to the
accompaniment of a guitar, a curious spectacle was presented. It was a man miserably dressed, wearing a
broad salakot of palm leaves. His clothing consisted of a ragged coat and wide pantaloons, like those worn by
the Chinese, torn in many places. Wretched sandals covered his feet. His countenance remained hidden in the
shadow of his wide hat, but from this shadow there flashed intermittently two burning rays. Placing a flat
basket on the ground, he would withdraw a few paces and utter strange, incomprehensible sounds, remaining
the while standing entirely alone as if he and the crowd were mutually avoiding each other. Then some
women would approach the basket and put into it fruit, fish, or rice. When no one any longer approached,
from the shadows would issue sadder but less pitiful sounds, cries of gratitude perhaps. Then he would take up
the basket and make his way to another place to repeat the same performance.
Maria Clara divined that there must be some misfortune there, and full of interest she asked concerning the
strange creature.
"He's a leper," Iday told her. "Four years ago he contracted the disease, some say from taking care of his
mother, others from lying in a damp prison. He lives in the fields near the Chinese cemetery, having
intercourse with no one, because all flee from him for fear of contagion. If you might only see his home! It's a
tumbledown shack, through which the wind and rain pass like a needle through cloth. He has been forbidden
to touch anything belonging to the people. One day when a little child fell into a shallow ditch as he was
passing, he helped to get it out. The child's father complained to the gobernadorcillo, who ordered that the
leper be flogged through the streets and that the rattan be burned afterwards. It was horrible! The leper fled
with his flogger in pursuit, while the gobernadorcillo cried, 'Catch him! Better be drowned than get the disease
you have!'"
"Can it be true!" murmured Maria Clara, then, without saying what she was about to do, went up to the
wretch's basket and dropped into it the locket her father had given her.
"What have you done?" her friends asked.
"I hadn't anything else," she answered, trying to conceal her tears with a smile.
"What is he going to do with your locket?" Victoria asked her. "One day they gave him some money, but he
pushed it away with a stick; why should he want it when no one accepts anything that comes from him? As if
the locket could be eaten!"