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CHAPTER XVII - Fourth Hymn and the Bishop

`Son, what can I answer? You are a good man smitten with the madness of pride. Don Cipriano is one more Mexican general. I am the poor old Bishop of this diocese, faithful servant of the Holy Church, humble child of the Holy Father in Rome. What can I do? What can I answer? Take me out to the cemetery and shoot me at once, General !'
'I don't want to,' said Cipriano.
'It will end like that,' said the Bishop.
`But why?' cried Don Ramon. `Is there no sense in what I say? Cannot you understand?'
`My son, my understanding goes no farther than my faith, my duty, will allow. I am not a clever man. I live by faith and my duty to my sacred office. Understand that I do not understand.'
'Good-day, Father!' said Ramon, suddenly rising.
`Go with God, my son,' said the Bishop, rising and lifting his fingers.
`Adios, Senor!' said Cipriano, clicking his spurs, and putting his hand on his sword as he turned to the door.
'Adios, Senor General,' said the Bishop, darting after them his eyes of old malice, which they could feel in their backs.
`He will say nothing,' said Cipriano, as he and Ramon went down the steps. `The old jesuit, he only wants to keep his job and his power, and prevent the heart's beating. I know them. All they treasure, even more than their money, is their centipede power over the frightened people; especially over the women.'
`I didn't know you hated them,' laughed Ramon.
`Waste no more breath on them, my dear one,' said Cipriano. `Go forward, you can walk over broken snakes such as those.'
As they went on foot past the post-office square, where the modern scribes at little tables under the arches sat tapping out letters on their typewriters for the poor and illiterate, who waited with their few centavos to have their messages turned into florid Castilian, Ramon and Cipriano met with an almost startled respect.
`Why talk to the Bishop? - he doesn't exist any more. I hear his Knights of Cortes had a big dinner the other evening, and

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