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CHAPTER XXXIX 185<br />
seeking applause and full of vanity, at eventide, repentant and disenchanted, makes an effort to raise her<br />
drooping petals to the sky, seeking a little shade to hide herself and die without the mocking of the light that<br />
saw her in her splendor, without seeing the vanity of her pride, begging also that a little dew should weep<br />
upon her. <strong>The</strong> nightbird leaves his solitary retreat, the hollow of an ancient trunk, and disturbs the sad<br />
loneliness of the open places--"<br />
"No, don't sing!" she exclaimed in perfect Tagalog, as she rose with agitation. "Don't sing! Those verses hurt<br />
me."<br />
<strong>The</strong> crazy woman became silent. <strong>The</strong> boy ejaculated, "Abá! She talks Tagalog!" and stood staring with<br />
admiration at his mistress, who, realizing that she had given herself away, was ashamed of it, and as her<br />
nature was not that of a woman, the shame took the aspect of rage and hate; so she showed the door to the<br />
imprudent boy and closed it behind him with a kick.<br />
Twisting the whip in her nervous hands, she took a few turns around the room, then stopping suddenly in front<br />
of the crazy woman, said to her in Spanish, "Dance!" But Sisa did not move.<br />
"Dance, dance!" she repeated in a sinister tone.<br />
<strong>The</strong> madwoman looked at her with wandering, expressionless eyes, while the alfereza lifted one of her arms,<br />
then the other, and shook them, but to no purpose, for Sisa did not understand. <strong>The</strong>n she began to jump about<br />
and shake herself, encouraging Sisa to imitate her. In the distance was to be heard the music of the procession<br />
playing a grave and majestic march, but Doña Consolacion danced furiously, keeping other time to other<br />
music resounding within her. Sisa gazed at her without moving, while her eyes expressed curiosity and<br />
something like a weak smile hovered around her pallid lips: the lady's dancing amused her. <strong>The</strong> latter stopped<br />
as if ashamed, raised the whip,--that terrible whip known to thieves and soldiers, made in Ulango [111] and<br />
perfected <strong>by</strong> the alferez with twisted wires,--and said, "Now it's your turn to dance--dance!"<br />
She began to strike the madwoman's bare feet gently with the whip. Sisa's face drew up with pain and she was<br />
forced to protect herself with her hands.<br />
"Aha, now you're starting!" she exclaimed with savage joy, passing from lento to allegro vivace.<br />
<strong>The</strong> afflicted Sisa gave a cry of pain and quickly raised her foot.<br />
"You've got to dance, you Indian--!" <strong>The</strong> whip swung and whistled.<br />
Sisa let herself fall to the floor and placed both hands on her knees while she gazed at her tormentor with<br />
wildly-staring eyes. Two sharp cuts of the whip on her shoulder made her stand up, and it was not merely a<br />
cry but a howl that the unfortunate woman uttered. Her thin camisa was torn, her skin broken, and the blood<br />
was flowing.<br />
<strong>The</strong> sight of blood arouses the tiger; the blood of her victim aroused Doña Consolacion. "Dance, damn you,<br />
dance! Evil to the mother who bore you!" she cried. "Dance, or I'll flog you to death!" She then caught Sisa<br />
with one hand and, whipping her with the other, began to dance about.<br />
<strong>The</strong> crazy woman at last understood and followed the example <strong>by</strong> swinging her arms about awkwardly. A<br />
smile of satisfaction curled the lips of her teacher, the smile of a female Mephistopheles who succeeds in<br />
getting a great pupil. <strong>The</strong>re were in it hate, disdain, jest, and cruelty; with a burst of demoniacal laughter she<br />
could not have expressed more.<br />
Thus, absorbed in the joy of the sight, she was not aware of the arrival of her husband until he opened the door