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bars, clothed in the habiliments of a priest,—the features were much distorted, the hair was partially torn away, the dress rent in several places, and the hands were clenched as if in the act of struggling against a violent death. I looked more intently.—Yes, it was indeed Father Miguel! His ragged and vindictive enemies had set their mark upon him. The knife of a lépero had found its way to his heart!
Although the fate of this wretched man could not excite much commiseration, his funereal procession yet presented a very different appearance from the mournful and unbefriended one which I have before recorded.
