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CHAPTER XVI 81<br />

the only three fishes that were left: each would have one and a half. "<strong>The</strong>y'll have good appetites," she mused,<br />

"the way is long and hungry stomachs have no heart."<br />

So she sat, he ear strained to catch every sound, listening to the lightest footfalls: strong and clear, Basilio;<br />

light and irregular, Crispin--thus she mused. <strong>The</strong> kalao called in the woods several times after the rain had<br />

ceased, but still her sons did not come. She put the fishes inside the pot to keep them warm and went to the<br />

threshold of the hut to look toward the road. To keep herself company, she began to sing in a low voice, a<br />

voice usually so sweet and tender that when her sons listened to her singing the kundíman they wept without<br />

knowing why, but tonight it trembled and the notes were halting. She stopped singing and gazed earnestly into<br />

the darkness, but no one was coming from the town--that noise was only the wind shaking the raindrops from<br />

the wide banana leaves.<br />

Suddenly a black dog appeared before her dragging something along the path. Sisa was frightened but caught<br />

up a stone and threw it at the dog, which ran away howling mournfully. She was not superstitious, but she had<br />

heard so much about presentiments and black dogs that terror seized her. She shut the door hastily and sat<br />

down <strong>by</strong> the light. Night favors credulity and the imagination peoples the air with specters. She tried to pray,<br />

to call upon the Virgin and upon God to watch over her sons, especially her little Crispin. <strong>The</strong>n she forgot her<br />

prayers as her thoughts wandered to think about them, to recall the features of each, those features that always<br />

wore a smile for her both asleep and awake. Suddenly she felt her hair rise on her head and her eyes stared<br />

wildly; illusion or reality, she saw Crispin standing <strong>by</strong> the fireplace, there where he was wont to sit and prattle<br />

to her, but now he said nothing as he gazed at her with those large, thoughtful eyes, and smiled.<br />

"Mother, open the door! Open, mother!" cried the voice of Basilio from without.<br />

Sisa shuddered violently and the vision disappeared.

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