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to turn, where the only chance of safety is to press forward.
At that moment he understood it thoroughly as he looked
down at Don Jose stretched out, hardly breathing, by the
side of the erect Antonia, vanquished in a lifelong struggle
with the powers of moral darkness, whose stagnant depths
breed monstrous crimes and monstrous illusions. In a few
words the emissary from Hernandez expressed his complete
satisfaction. Stoically Antonia lowered her veil, resisting
the longing to inquire about Decoud’s escape. But Ignacio
leered morosely over his shoulder.
‘Take a good look at the mules, mi amo,’ he grumbled.
‘You shall never see them again!’

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