When he talks to me, his voice--oh, he speaks of such odd, such strange, such incomprehensible things! He asked me once if I have ever dreamed of letters from my mother.

I really believe that he is half-crazy.

My friend Sinang and my foster-sister, Andeng, say that he is somewhat touched, because he neither eats nor bathes and lives in darkness.

See to it that he does not come!" "We can't do otherwise than invite him," answered Ibarra thoughtfully.

"The customs of the country require it.