Joam Garral made him no answer. He threw back the door which opened
under the veranda, made a sign to Torres to follow him, and they
advanced toward the center of the jangada, where the family were
assembled.
Benito, Manoel, and all of them, under a feeling of deep anxiety, had
risen. They could see that the bearing of Torres was still menacing,
and that the fire of anger still shone in his eyes.
In extraordinary contrast, Joam Garral was master of himself, and
almost smiling.
Both of them stopped before Yaquita and her people. Not one dared to
say a word to them.
It was Torres who, in a hollow voice, and with his customary
impudence, broke the painful silence.
"For the last time, Joam Garral," he said, "I ask you for a last
reply!"
"And here is my reply."
And addressing his wife:
"Yaquita," he said, "peculiar circumstances oblige me to alter what
we have formerly decided as to the marriage of Minha and Manoel."
"At last!" exclaimed Torres.
Joam Garral, without answering him, shot at the adventurer a glance
of the deepest scorn.
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