"Reflect that, while thanking you for your request, I consider it a fresh aggrievance."
"Be it so."
"That this marriage will in nowise prevent the measures I intend taking against you."
"What do I care?"
"And you still consent to give her your hand?"
"Yes."
"Very good. You shall have my answer in four days."
"At La Magdalena, then."
"Be it so." The general turned to his daughter. "I do not curse you," he said, "for God himself cannot free a child from its father's malediction. Farewell! Be happy."
And he rushed out, followed by the missionary.