o look at er t. Perhaps. . .

    Its very late, no stays up.  t form of a  passed out on tuck a feat on tors aken off rousers, daubed h rouge.

    silently pours  t, love -- certainly ion.

    quot;I could almost ask you. . .quot;

    Joles a few bars of C;Funeral Marc;.

    quot;But to ttle teresa. tleman. . . quot;

    Maybe. Maybe not. But, maybe. . .

    eresas angles in t bustle in t; t a carriage for   paper flo s s table in black, eresa, in urns to urns the embrace fiercely.

    Joograps time. Unudents black velvet jacket, elegant, deadly, mad, ohe church.

    t back t; Jos of tar clotests t of ts.

    t  go to t!  get out of bed. Please, Roxana, dont you go to t? Not see my little niece teresa get married? And you soo, you irreligious old man. Arent you fond of teresa?

    But t is sick t cra of bed. ares at tains on his handkerchief.

    quot;Im dying, Roxana. Dont leave me.quot;

    te, teresas fatakes ar. tion rustles. tly.

    Roxana, late, troubled, untidily dressed, slips in at the church.

    teresa steps out of ted carriage in front of tely around for Joime, t respond, s too mucer ttle dressed up, boots polished, offers her his arm.

    traditional gasps as s s will o save me?

    t.

    teresa arrives beside  glance of furious dislike. t says t he wedding service.

    Joar clotar, ss point-blank thed Mendoza.

    Mendoza tumbles backar steps.

    Silence. ting. then, gunfire. havoc!

    But no