Her eyelids felt burnt. He looked at her with his full black eyes, that always had in them so many things she did not understand. She felt she could not look back at him.
“Have you chased all your rebels?” she said.
“For the present,” he replied.
He seemed to be watching, watching for something.
“And you didn’t get hurt?”
“No, I didn’t get hurt.”
She looked away out of the door, having nothing to say in the world.
“I went to Jamiltepec yesterday evening,” he said.
“How is Don Ramón?”
“Yes, he is better.”