He
gave me the proofs of Dacosta's innocence for me to transmit them to
him, and he died."
"The man's name?" exclaimed Joam Garral, in a tone he could not
control.
"You will know it when I am one of your family."
"And the writing?"
Joam Garral was ready to throw himself on Torres, to search him, to
snatch from him the proofs of his innocence.
"The writing is in a safe place," replied Torres, "and you will not
have it until your daughter has become my wife. Now will you still
refuse me?"
"Yes," replied Joam, "but in return for that paper the half of my
fortune is yours."
"The half of your fortune?" exclaimed Torres; "agreed, on condition
that Minha brings it to me at her marriage."
"And it is thus that you respect the wishes of a dying man, of a
criminal tortured by remorse, and who has charge you to repair as
much as he could the evil which he had done?"
"It is thus."
"Once more, Torres," said Joam Garral, "you are a consummate
scoundrel."
"Be it so."
"And as I am not a criminal we were not made to understand one
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