“Earth, open and swallow me!” exclaimed the young man desperately.
“Señor Don José.”
“My dear Don José.”
“Esteemed Don José.”
“My dearest Don José.”
“My respected friend, Don José.”
Hearing these honeyed and insinuating preliminaries, Pepe Rey exhaled a deep sigh and gave himself up. He gave himself up, soul and body, to the executioners, who brandished horrible leaves of stamped paper while the victim, raising his eyes to heaven with a look of Christian meekness, murmured:
“Father, why hast thou forsaken me?”