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It was the rule for all the women of their families to presentthanks afterwards in a special audience. The incarnationof that strange god, El Gobierno Supremo, received themstanding, cocked hat on head, and exhorted them in a menacingmutter to show their gratitude by bringing up theirchildren in fidelity to the democratic form of government,‘which I have established for the happiness of our country.’His front teeth having been knocked out in some accidentof his former herdsman’s life, his utterance was splutteringand indistinct. He had been working for Costaguana alonein the midst of treachery and opposition. Let it cease nowlest he should become weary of forgiving!Don Jose Avellanos had known this forgiveness.He was broken in health and fortune deplorably enoughto present a truly gratifying spectacle to the supreme chiefof democratic institutions. He retired to Sulaco. His wifehad an estate in that province, and she nursed him back tolife out of the house of death and captivity. When she died,their daughter, an only child, was old enough to devote herselfto ‘poor papa.’Miss Avellanos, born in Europe and educated partly inEngland, was a tall, grave girl, with a self-possessed manner,a wide, white forehead, a wealth of rich brown hair, andblue eyes.The other young ladies of Sulaco stood in awe of her characterand accomplishments. She was reputed to be terriblylearned and serious. As to pride, it was well known that allthe Corbelans were proud, and her mother was a Corbelan.Don Jose Avellanos depended very much upon the devotion