as I could and gradually they departed until, finally, only Crispin Medina and Juan Valadéz were with me.
“Did you sign?” I asked them.
“Unfortunately yes, but only on one of the copies.”
“On which?”
“On that of Don Julio.”
At that moment, he entered.
“Are you still talking of that unhappy document?” he asked us.
“Yes, sir.”
“And what do you think?”
“We think, General,” I said to him, “as every worthy man, who respects himself and who desires an honorable career in politics, must think; this agreement is absurd because impracticable; it is hateful because it wars against all the good sentiments of mankind; and it is monstrous, immoral, iniquitous, because it orders destruction and slaughter.”