-Shut up, woman, you can hear on the street! Amaro said desperately, shaking her by the arm.

-I do not care! To be heard! P’r'á street will shout that I am here below state, which was the Padre Amaro, and now I want to leave! …

Amaro would be livid with anger, with a furious desire to beat him. But he restrained himself, and with a voice that trembled under his serenity: [492]

-You ‘re out of you, daughter … Say there, can I marry with thee? No! Well, then what you want? If you realize that you are so if you have the child at home, sees the scandal! … For you, you’re lost, lost P’ra ever! And I, if you know that I succede? Lost also suspended, metta may in the process … What do you want me to live? Would you like to starve?

Also went out to aquellas idea of ​​the hardships and miseries of the priest-interdicto. Oh, was she, that she was not loved, and then of him being so loving and so gentle, you want to pay with the scandal and the misfortune …

No, no! Amelia cried with sobs, throwing herself upon his neck.

And they were hugging, shaking the same tenderness, of tears, she dipped his shoulder in the parish, he biting his lip with his eyes all dim waterways.