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The saints hadhad their reasons for leaving him to his fate. A coldness real incest gradually grew up in the minds of all the servantstowards him. His own reckless language, combined withMargarita's real incest gave the superstitious fair ground for believingthat something had gone mysteriously wrong, and that the Devilwas in a fair way to get his soul, which was very hard for the oldman, in addition to all the rest he had to bear. The only alleviationhe had for his torments, was in having his fellow-servants, menand women, drop in, sit real incest his pallet, and chat with him, tellinghim all that was going on; and when by degrees they dropped off,coming more and more seldom, and one by one leaving off comingaltogether, it was the one drop that overflowed his cup of misery;and he turned his face to the wall, left off grumbling, and spokeonly when he must.
This phase frightened Margarita even more than the first. Now, shethought, surely the dumb terror and remorse of one who belongs tothe Devil had seized him, and her hands trembled as she wentthrough the needful ministrations for him each day. Three months,at least, the doctor, who had come from Ventura to set the leg, hadsaid he must lie still in bed and be thus tended. "Three months!"sighed Margarita. "If I be not dead or gone crazy myself before theend of that be come!"
The Senora was too busy with Felipe to pay attention or to givethought to Juan. Felipe's fainting had been the symptom andbeginning of a fierce relapse of the fever, and he was lying in hisbed, tossing and raving in delirium, always about the wool.
"Throw them faster, faster! That's a good fleece; five pounds more;a round ton in those bales. Juan! Alessandro! Captain! -- Jesus,how this sun burns my head!"
Several times he had called "Alessandro" so earnestly, that FatherSalvierderra advised bringing Alessandro into the room, to see ifby any chance there might have been something in his mind that hewished to say to.

Him. But when Alessandro stood by the bedside,Felipe gazed at him vacantly, as he did at all the others, stillrepeating, however, "Alessandro! Alessandro!"
"I think perhaps he wants Alessandro to play on his violin," sobbedout Ramona. "He was telling me how beautifully Alessandroplayed, and said he would have him up on the veranda in theevening to play to us."
"We might try it," said Father Salvierderra. "Have you your violinhere, Alessandro?"
"Alas, no, Father," replied Alessandro, "I did not bring it."
"Perhaps it would do him good it you were to sing, then," saidRamona. "He real incest speaking of your voice also."
"Oh, try, try." said the Senorita, turning to Alessandro. "Singsomething low and soft."
Alessandro walked from the bed to the open window, and afterthinking for a moment, began a slow strain from one of themasses.
At the first note, Felipe became suddenly quiet, evidently real incest expression of pleasure spread over his feverish face. He turnedhis head to one side, put his hand under his cheek and closed hiseyes. The three watching him looked at each other inastonishment.
"It is a miracle," sai.

D Father Salvierderra. "He will sleep."
"It was what he wanted!" whispered Ramona.
The Senora spoke not, but buried her face in the bedclothes for asecond; then lifting it, she gazed at Alessandro as if she werepraying to a saint. He, too, saw the change in Felipe, and sanglower and lower, till the notes sounded as if they came from afar;lower and lower, slower; finally they ceased, as if they died awaylost in distance. As they ceased, Felipe opened his eyes.
"Oh, go on, go on!" the Senora implored in a whisper shrill withanxiety. "Do not stop!"
Alessandro repeated the strain, slow, solemn; his voice trembled;the air in the room seemed stifling, spite of the open window; hefelt something like terror, as he saw Felipe evidently sinking tosleep by reason of the notes of his voice. There had been nothingin Alessandro's healthy outdoor experience to enable him tounderstand such a phenomenon. Felipe breathed.