CHAPTERXXVII
ACANON\'STORTURE
“Resignation，resignation！“repeatedDonInocencio。
“Resignation，resignation！“repeatedhisniece，dryinghertears。“Ifmydearsonisdoomedtobealwaysabeggar，well，then，beitso。
Lawsuitsarebecomingscarce；thedaywillsooncomewhenthepracticeofthelawwillbethesameasnothing。Whatistheuseofallhistalent?Whatistheuseofhistiringhisbrainwithsomuchstudy?Ah！