delivered me from death," Don Geronimo was quick to answer in voice surprisingly strong. Juan, hands pressed to his burning eyes, felt the movement as Don Geronimo struggled to lift his head.
"And who, in God's name is he?" Padre Mateo asked, shocked by the sight of so much misery as the two presented.
"It is Juan Molinero, God's blessing on his head!" Don Geronimo replied.
"Come down, Juan—come down," Padre Mateo said.
"Assist Don Geronimo, his need is greater than mine," Juan returned.
Padre Mateo called to some who stood in wondering silence near at hand, with directions for carrying Don Geronimo to his house. Doña Magdalena ran to meet them; Juan heard her sharp cry of piteous dismay.
"Now, Juan, let us see to you," Padre Mateo said, again at the tail of the cart. "Why, you shrink there like a man ashamed! Come down—here is my hand. See where Gertrudis is running to greet you, quick as the dawn."
"Padre Mateo," Juan said, uncovering his hideously distorted features. "I shall never look upon her face again. I am blind!"
