The Social Cancer, by José Rizal - Home

CHAPTER XVIII 89
"Don't cry here!" yelled the cook. "Don't you know that the padre's sick? Get out in the street and cry!"
The unfortunate mother was almost shoved down the stairway at the very time when the Sisters were coming
down, complaining and making conjectures about the curate's illness, so she hid her face in her pañuelo and
suppressed the sounds of her grief. Upon reaching the street she looked about uncertainly for a moment and
then, as if having reached a decision, walked rapidly away.