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CHAPTER XLIV 203
CHAPTER XLIV
An Examination of Conscience
Long days and weary nights passed at the sick girl's bed. After having confessed herself, Maria Clara had
suffered a relapse, and in her delirium she uttered only the name of the mother whom she had never known.
But her girl friends, her father, and her aunt kept watch at her side. Offerings and alms were sent to all the
miraculous images, Capitan Tiago vowed a gold cane to the Virgin of Antipolo, and at length the fever began
to subside slowly and regularly.
Doctor De Espadaña was astonished at the virtues of the syrup of marshmallow and the infusion of lichen,
prescriptions that he had not varied. Doña Victorina was so pleased with her husband that one day when he
stepped on the train of her gown she did not apply her penal code to the extent of taking his set of false teeth
away from him, but contented herself with merely exclaiming, "If you weren't lame you'd even step on my
corset!"--an article of apparel she did not wear.
One afternoon while Sinang and Victoria were visiting their friend, the curate, Capitan Tiago, and Doña
Victorina's family were conversing over their lunch in the dining-room.
"Well, I feel very sorry about it," said the doctor; "Padre Damaso also will regret it very much."
"Where do you say they're transferring him to?" Linares asked the curate.
"To the province of Tayabas," replied the curate negligently.
"One who will be greatly affected by it is Maria Clara, when she learns of it," said Capitan Tiago. "She loves
him like a father."
Fray Salvi looked at him askance.
"I believe, Padre," continued Capitan Tiago, "that all her illness is the result of the trouble on the last day of
the fiesta."
"I'm of the same opinion, and think that you've done well not to let Señor Ibarra see her. She would have got
worse.
"If it wasn't for us," put in Doña Victorina, "Clarita would already be in heaven singing praises to God."
"Amen!" Capitan Tiago thought it his duty to exclaim. "It's lucky for you that my husband didn't have any
patient of greater quality, for then you'd have had to call in another, and all those here are ignoramuses. My
husband--"
"Just as I was saying," the curate in turn interrupted, "I think that the confession that Maria Clara made
brought on the favorable crisis which has saved her life. A clean conscience is worth more than a lot of
medicine. Don't think that I deny the power of science, above all, that of surgery, but a clean conscience! Read
the pious books and you'll see how many cures are effected merely by a clean confession."
"Pardon me," objected the piqued Doña Victorina, "this power of the confessional--cure the alferez's woman
with a confession!"
"A wound, madam, is not a form of illness which the conscience can affect," replied Padre Salvi severely.
"Nevertheless, a clean confession will preserve her from receiving in the future such blows as she got this