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We reach Palo María in a few hours. The roads are dry today and we are all on horseback. Father has spurred his and drawn blood from its flanks. The pigs are runting in the farmyard. Many nights of ash are heaped where the pine-flare once stood. How distantly the piercing cock-crow sounds, and the noise of work ending in the huts and fields! All the doors and windows of the big house are shut. We dismount in front of the veranda and stand there knocking, but nobody takes the slightest notice of us until presently an Indian appears and asks us what we want.
"I wish to speak to my cousin Francisca," Father says.