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THE MOTHER

Cachirra strode up to her son; her eyes flashed. "She called me a murderess."
" Well, what of it?"
" What of it?" she screamed, so that they heard her in the patio. "And if I am a murderess-it was for you. Yes, I killed Pepe Santi; but it was because he was beating you. It was for your sake that I lay in prison for seven years-for seven years. Oh, you fool, you think she cares for you, and every night she spends hours at the gate."
" I know," Currito answered with a grin.
La Cachirra started violently. She shot a puzzled look at him and then she understood. She gasped with pain and wrath; she clutched at her heart as though the agony were too intense to bear.
" You've been coming every night to the reja and you never came near me? Oh, how cruell I've done everything in the world for you. Do you think I loved Pepe Santi? I endured his blows so that I could give you bread;'and I killed him when he beat you. Oh, God, I only lived for you. But for the thought of you I would have died rather than suffer those years of prison."
" Come, woman, be reasonable. I'm twenty. What d'you expect? If it wasn't Rosalia it would be another."
" You beast. I hate you. Get out."
She pushed him violently to the door. Currito shrugged his shoulders.
" You needn't think I want to stay."
He walked jauntily through the patio and slammed the iron gate behind him. La Cachirra stalked to and fro in her tiny room. The hours passed slowly. For a long while she remained at the window, watching with the horrible steadfastness of a savage beast ready to spring. She stood motionless, repressing the convulsive restlessness that tore at her heart-strings. There was a clapping of hands at the reja as a signal that someone was without, and she peered forward with panting mouth, her fiery eyes almost starting from her head. But it was only the mason. She waited longer, and Pilar, Rosalia's mother, came

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