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Esperanza, Julia, the sorry mess ears. So he had avidly seized on the shadow of Love he had made of life, the years to come even now and deluded himself for a long while in the way of beginning to weigh down, to crush--they lost humanity from time immemorial. In the meantime, he concreteness, diffused into formless melancholy. The became very much engaged to Esperanza. Greed, he puttering away among the rose pots.

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Esperanza, Julia, the sorry mess ears. So he had avidly seized on the shadow of Love he had made of life, the years to come even now and deluded himself for a long while in the way of beginning to weigh down, to crush--they lost humanity from time immemorial. In the meantime, he concreteness, diffused into formless melancholy. The became very much engaged to Esperanza. Greed, he puttering away among the rose pots.

Alfredo is not very specific, but I so, sacrificing possible future fullness of ecstasy to the understand Esperanza wants it to be next month. Greed-- mortgaging the future--forcing the hand of Time, or of Carmen sighed impatiently. He is over thirty, is he not? And still a bachelor! Esperanza must be tired waiting. I think they are oftener cool than warm. The very fact that an engagement has been "How can a woman be in a hurry when the man does allowed to prolong itself argues a certain placidity of not hurry her?

He was talking remember how much in love he was? With whom? He has not had another race with escaping youth--" love affair that I know of," she said with good-natured contempt. Alfredo remembered that period with a wonder not unmixed with shame. That was less than four years "A last spurt of hot blood," finished the old man. He could not understand those months of a great hunger that was not of the body nor yet of the mind, a Few certainly would credit Alfredo Salazar with hot craving that had seized on him one quiet night when blood.

Even his friends had amusedly diagnosed his the moon was abroad and under the dappled blood as cool and thin, citing incontrovertible shadow of the trees in the plaza, man wooed maid. Tall and slender, he moved with an indolent Was he being cheated by life?

Love--he seemed to ease that verged on grace. Under straight recalcitrant have missed it. Was of exuberant masculinity; rather a poet with wayward love a combination of circumstances, or sheer native humor, a fastidious artist with keen, clear brain.

In those days love was, for him, still the eternal puzzle; for love, as he knew it, was a He rose and quietly went out of the house. He lingered stranger to love as he divined it might be. Still, you looked amused every glimpse through the heat-shrivelled tamarinds in the time I--" Martinez yard. Six weeks ago Julia Judge, were absorbed in a game of chess. The young Salas meant nothing to him; he did not even know her man had tired of playing appreciative spectator and name; but now-- desultory conversationalist, so he and Julia Salas had gone off to chat in the vine-covered porch.

He point to avoid all appearance of currying favor with listened, and wondered irrelevantly if Miss Salas could the Judge. This particular evening however, he had sing; she had such a charming speaking voice. She was small and plump, with wide brown smile that derided his own worldly wisdom. It was a baby and the expression of a likable cow. She had the same that she was a recent and very welcome arrival.

In the eyebrows and lips, but she was much darker, of a characteristic Filipino way formal introductions had smooth rich brown with underlying tones of crimson been omitted--the judge limiting himself to a casual which heightened the impression she gave of "Ah, ya se conocen? Alfredo called her Miss del Valle throughout the evening. On Sunday mornings after mass, father and son would go crunching up the gravel road to the house on the He was puzzled that she should smile with evident hill.

Later Don which Don Julian enjoyed and Alfredo did not. A very dignified rather austere to chat. She sat in the low hammock and he in a name, he thought.

Still, the young lady should have rocking chair and the hours--warm, quiet March hours- corrected him. As it was, he was greatly embarrassed, -sped by. He enjoyed talking with her and it was and felt that he should explain. Only when Esperanza was about to correct you, but I remembered a similar chanced to ask him indirectly about those visits did experience I had once before.

Esperanza had wanted to know if he went straight "A man named Manalang--I kept calling him Manalo. He had been eager to go "neighboring.

And, He laughed with her. She dropped the topic. Esperanza was not prone to Because neither the past nor the future had relevance indulge in unprovoked jealousies. She was a believer in or meaning, he lived only the present, day by day, the regenerative virtue of institutions, in their power to lived it intensely, with such a willful shutting out of fact regulate feeling as well as conduct. If a man were as astounded him in his calmer moments. Just before Holy Week, Don Julian invited the judge and his family to spend Sunday afternoon at Tanda That half-lie told him what he had not admitted openly where he had a coconut plantation and a house on to himself, that he was giving Julia Salas something the beach.

Carmen also came with her four energetic which he was not free to give. He realized that; yet children. Sensing unwanted intensity, laughed, woman- while the children, convoyed by Julia Salas, found like, asking, "Amusement? They were far down, walking at the edge "No; youth--its spirit--" of the water, indistinctly outlined against the gray of the out-curving beach. Here were her footsteps, narrow, arched.

He laughed at himself for his black canvas Was he becoming a poet, or is there a poet lurking in footwear which he removed forthwith and tossed high the heart of every man? In the darkness the fireflies glimmered, while an errant breeze strayed in from "Very much.

It looks like home to me, except that we somewhere, bringing elusive, faraway sounds as of do not have such a lovely beach. There was a breeze from the water.

It blew the hair "Mystery--" she answered lightly, "that is so brief--" away from her forehead, and whipped the tucked-up skirt around her straight, slender figure. In the picture "Not in some," quickly. The girl had grace, distinction. Her face was not "You have known me a few weeks; so the mystery. The lure was there, of naturalness, of an alert vitality of mind and body, of a "So long?

You will find it dull. But there is none other "Who? Something is pretty when it pleases the eye--it is more than that when--" "That is what I think. Shows how little we know ourselves. It made her seem less "Why did you say this is the last time? There is you. But I am here. I received a letter from Father and Mother afternoon itself. Into the quickly deepening twilight, yesterday.

They want me to spend Holy Week at the voice of the biggest of the church bells kept home. Flocking came the devout with their long wax candles, young women in She seemed to be waiting for him to speak. Above the measured music senses as does solemn harmony; a peace that is not rose the untutored voices of the choir, steeped in contentment but a cessation of tumult when all incense and the acrid fumes of burning wax.

She turned and looked into his face, in her dark The sight of Esperanza and her mother sedately eyes a ghost of sunset sadness. This is almost like lines of light into component individuals. Esperanza another life.

This is Elsewhere, and yet strange enough, I cannot get rid of the old things. A girl was coming down the line--a "Oh, old things, mistakes, encumbrances, old girl that was striking, and vividly alive, the woman that baggage. The line kept moving on, wending its circuitous route Alfredo gripped the soft hand so near his own. At his away from the church and then back again, where, touch, the girl turned her face away, but he heard her according to the old proverb, all processions end.

The bells rang the close of the procession. ALFREDO Salazar turned to the right where, farther on, the road broadened and entered the heart of the A round orange moon, "huge as a winnowing basket," town--heart of Chinese stores sheltered under low- rose lazily into a clear sky, whitening the iron roofs and hung roofs, of indolent drug stores and tailor shops, of dimming the lanterns at the windows.

The crowd had dispersed swallows gliding in flight as smooth and soft as the into the side streets, leaving Calle Real to those who lived farther out. It was past eight, and Esperanza would be expecting him in a little while: yet the "Why not? I am just asking. Then you will? There swept "Yes. As lawyer-- this woman by his side were his long wedded wife, and as lover--Alfredo had found that out long before.

Salazar," she broke into his silence, "I wish to "Julita," he said in his slow, thoughtful manner, "did you congratulate you. That was inevitable. Yet what could "You are fortunate," he pursued when she did not he say that would not offend? Perhaps not. But there is a point where a thing escapes us and rushes downward of its He listened not so much to what she said as to the own weight, dragging us along. Then it is foolish to ask nuances in her voice.

He heard nothing to enlighten whether one will or will not, because it no longer him, except that she had reverted to the formal tones depends on him.

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Esperanza, Julia, the sorry mess he had made of life, the years to come even now beginning to weigh down, to crush—they lost concreteness, diffused into formless melancholy. The tranquil murmur of conversation issued from the brick-tiled azotea where Don Julian and Carmen were busy puttering away among the rose pots. Alfredo is not very specific, but I understand Esperanza wants it to be next month. He is over thirty, is he not? And still a bachelor!

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As Alfredo knew that his family will disapprove his desire of having another woman, he unwantedly married with Esperanza and started his own family. In his visit to Julia, to his surprise, he recognized that he no more feel attracted to her anymore. He compared his love for her as dead stars, his memory of a long way to get a girl he thought he loved. Alfred Salazar believes in true love and optimism to discover ecstasy in its stir.

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