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A shudder ran through Sebastian's fra, he seized Don Pablo's wrist and tore the whip fro uest Esteban flew into a fury "Pancho!" he cried "Ho! Pancho!" When the erous He raised his hand to me and to Don Pablo"

Sebastian's protests were drowned by the angry voices of the others

"Tie hirip of a senseless rage "Flog him well and make haste about it"

Sebastian, who had no time in which to recover himself, made but a weak resistance when Pancho Cueto locked his wrists into a pair of clu the chain around one of the bars of the iron -grating which Esteban had indicated Sebastian felt that his whole world was tu

Cueto swung a heavy lash; the sound of his blows echoed through the quinta, and they su others, Dona Isabel, atched the scene frouests looked on approvingly

Sebastian made no outcry The face he turned to his master, however, was puckered with reproach and bewilderment The whip bit deep; it drew blood and raised welts the thickness of one's thumb; nevertheless, for the first few moments the victim suffered less in body than in spirit His brain was so benuh insensible to physical pain That Evangelina, flesh of his flesh, had been sold, that his lifelong faithfulness had brought such reward as this, that Esteban, light of his soul, had turned against hi More his simple mind could not coan to resent the shrieking injustice of it all, and unsuspected forces gathered inside of hie impulses

After a time Don Esteban cried: "That will do, Cueto! Leave him now for the flies to punish They will reuests departed, and Esteban staggered into the house and went to bed

All that h over his head The sun grew hotter and ever hotter upon his lacerated back: the blood dried and clotted there; a cloud of flies gathered, swarashes left by Cueto's whip

Before leaving for Don Pablo's quinta Evangelina ca tione the oldNor did the other slaves venture to approach him to offer sympathy or succor They passed with heads averted and with fear in their hearts