“DESPERTA!”
“With regard to the guerillas,” said Dona Perfecta, when they had finished drinking, “all I will say is—do as your conscience dictates to you.”
“I know nothing about dictations,” cried Ramos. “I will do whatever the mistress pleases!”
“I can give you no advice on so important a matter,” answered Dona Perfecta with the cautiousness and moderation which so well became her. “This is a very serious business, and I can give you no advice about it.”
“But your opinion——”
“My opinion is that you should open your eyes and see, that you should open your ears and hear. Consult your own heart—I will grant that you have a great heart. Consult that judge, that wise counsellor, and do as it bids you.”
Caballuco reflected; he meditated as much as a sword can meditate.
“We counted oursel
