Again, yesterday in Madrid, they told me I should be sent once more to prison if I stayed there any longer, and so in the evening I took the train.

Where shall I go?
The world is wide; but for me and other rebels it is very small, and narrows till it does not leave a hand's breadth of ground for our feet.

In all the world nothing was left me but you, and this peaceful silent corner where you live so happily, and so, I came to seek you.

If you turn me out, nothing will be left me but to die in prison, or in a hospital, if indeed they would take me in when they know my name." And Gabriel, spent with his words, coughed painfully, a hollow cavernous cough that seemed to tear his chest.

He expressed himself vehemently, moving his arms freely, with the gestures of a man used to speaking in public, burning with the zeal of his cause.
"Ah! brother, brother!" said Esteban, with an accent of mild reproof, "what has it profited you reading so many books and newspapers?
What is the use of trying to disturb and upset things that are all right; and if they are all wrong, is there no other means of righting them possible?
If you had followed your own path quietly, you would have been a beneficiary of the Cathedral, and, who knows, you might have had a seat in the choir among the canons, for the honour and profit of the family! But you were always wrong-headed, although you were the cleverest of us all.