The House of the Spirits Page #2

I want to know.

Let's not waste time!

I also like things

to be direct.

Yes.

She said something!

That's why I came.

- She spoke!

- She said something!

She said something

You said something!

She spoke!

She speaks!

Thank you, Clara.

You've made me very happy.

Everything all right?

Good afternoon, Ferula.

Sorry I'm late.

I suddenly couldn't remember

if it was today.

I owe you an explanation for

asking you to come here.

I hope I haven't...

kept you here sitting long.

Not at all. I'm so glad

you could come.

I don't often come

to places like this.

In fact, I've never been here before.

Good.

I wanted to talk to you about...

You don't have to worry.

You're going to come and live

with me and Esteban.

We'll be just like sisters.

And our friendship will last

for the rest of our lives.

Don't worry about Esteban.

I'll talk to him.

We won't even tell him we met.

Will we?

Forgive me. I'm sorry.

I don't usually cry.

It's just, I'm not used to anyone

touching me. I'm sorry.

I'm not used to anyone

being nice to me.

No one has ever shown me

any tenderness.

Forgive me. It's just...

I'm so...

confused and...

relieved.

Thank you,

dear Clara.

Dear sister Ferula.

Sister.

Wilt thou,

Esteban Trueba,

take Clara del Valle,

to be your lawful wedded wife,

to have and to hold,

in sickness and in health,

for richer or poorer,

till death do you part?

I will.

And wilt thou, Clara del Valle,

take Esteban Trueba,

to be your lawful wedded husband,

to have and to hold,

in sickness and in health,

for richer or poorer,

till death do you part?

I will.

Yes, I will.

It's so beautiful.

Oh, it's beautiful!

Welcome to Tres marias.

Remember my sister Ferula?

You must be tired.

I'll make you hot chocolate.

No, I'm not tired.

Was it a good trip?

She's not a child.

Don't treat her like one.

My dear Esteban!

Bless me, Father. I have sinned.

It's a week since my last confession.

Father,

I think I've committed

a terrible sin.

Of the flesh?

My flesh is withered,

but not my spirit.

The devil is tormenting me.

God's mercy is infinite.

You don't know the thoughts that run

through the mind of a lonely women.

A virgin who has never

been with a man.

Not for lack of opportunity,

but because God

sent my mother an illness and

I had to be her nurse.

That sacrifice is recorded

in Heaven.

Even if I've sinned in

my thoughts, Father?

Well, it depends on your thoughts.

Sometimes,

at night,

I can't sleep.

I feel as if I'm choking.

To calm down, I get up,

walk around the house.

I go to my sister-in-law's room

and put my ear to her door.

Sometimes,

I tiptoe in and watch her

while she's sleeping.

I used to think she was

stupid and incompetent.

Now I know she's of another world.

Maybe her time on Earth is...

just a small part of her.

She might be...

closer to God than we are,

Father Antonio.

She looks like the Angel of Light.

I want to climb into her bed,

and feel...

the warmth of her skin,

and her gentle breathing.

Pray, my child.

Prayers help.

Wait, I'm not finished.

When my brother sometimes

sleeps with her,

it's even worse.

My prayers are useless.

I can't sleep.

I sweat. My whole body shakes.

Finally, I get up and walk

through the dark house.

I glide down the corridor,

very carefully, so the floor

won't squeak.

I listen to them,

through their bedroom door.

And once I even saw them,

because their door was ajar.

What I saw,

I can't tell you Father.

It's too big a sin.

It's not Clara's fault.

She's as innocent a child.

My brother lead her into it.

He desires more than her body.

He wants to own the most secret

thing she holds inside her.

He's eternally damned.

Only God can judge,

and damn, my child.

But,

what were they doing?

You used to be a gifted narrator.

Well,

I couldn't see very well.

But what I sensed was incredible.

The trembling movements,

the abundance of juices,

The words whispered in her ear.

The strange secret smells.

A veritable miracle.

It's a little girl.

And her name will be Blanca.

Isn't she beautiful, Esteban?

I wish Mother could've seen this.

She would've been proud of you.

And to think...

a little girl.

I don't like the way

she walks around so much.

The doctor told her

to rest a lot.

He also said she shouldn't

sleep with you anymore.

What?

He said it wasn't good for Clara

if you slept together.

He didn't say that to me.

I'm just telling you

what he said.

But I think he means...

you're too heavy for the baby,

or Clara's frail body.

I don't think it's good for Clara

with too much excitement.

You're interfering in matters

that don't concern you.

Good Morning.

Is kissing really necessary?

Oh, yes. It is.

Feel her kicking.

I think she wants to come out

and greet her grandparents.

They're coming today.

We must go for your bath.

Oh, yes.

That would feel good.

The doctor gave me almond oil,

to rub on your stomach.

To prevent the skin stretching.

I'm terribly sorry.

I told them to take the train,

but Papa insisted on driving in

that old car.

There's something else.

- It's terrible.

- Tell me.

Because of this violent

collision with the train,

your parents were hurled

from the car.

Your mother's head was

severed from her body.

And the terrible thing is...

But I know where it is!

- Stop this...

- I tell you...

I know where it is!

The police have looked everywhere.

I'm sorry, my wife's a little...

It's the pregnancy.

Sister Ferula, will you help me?

It's here.

It's here.

We're too far away from

the accident.

It's here. I know.

I tell you, it's here.

Could you do me a favour,

crawl in and hand me the head

you'll find in there?

And hurry up.

Hurry up, senor.

I think my time has come.

Hurry up, senor.

That's right. Relax.

Push.

- It's all right.

- Push.

Come on.

It's coming.

Welcome to the world,

little Blanca.

Hold it flat.

- Concentrate, Blanca.

- You're the champion.

You hit it back to Aunt Ferula!

Come on, Ferula, hit it harder.

Do you have to play in a hat?

We'll win this.

If you keep it on the court...

Keep it in here.

Don't hit it so far out!

Come on.

Stop fooling around.

Almost!

You're supposed to teach

Clara the game.

I think we won, little one.

Blanca's the champion!

I wish Mother were alive,

so I could send you back to her.

Let's have a cool drink,

just the two of us.

Would you come play with me?

Please, could you play?

All right.

Who is that?

Get out of here.

We need money for food.

Then get out and earn some!

Get out!

Don't you remember me, Esteban?

Down by the river?

This is your son.

Look at him.

I named him after you.

What're you talking about?

Take this and get out!

Go on, take it!

If I see you on my property again,

I'll set the dogs on you.

You'll never get rid of us,

Esteban!

You'll never get rid of your son!

Have you stopped playing?

Were you beating her?

Who are you?

My parents aren't in.

I know.

What do you want?

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