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She would have said more, but just at that moment her husband entered. "You were saying that Alfarez suspects," said Cortlandt, addressing Garavel. "Has he said anything?" "Not to me, as yet, but he surely must know; the rumors must have reached him. He is cold and Ramon acts queerly. I feel guilty almost as if I had betrayed a friend." "Nonsense! There is no room for fine scruples in politics.
"General Alfarez does not seem to be a friend of the United States." "There are few who hold the views I do. He is a man of strong character, he has no commercial interests to influence him as I have, and so we differ. Yet I respect him " "It is precisely because of those views of yours that I wish to consult you," said Cortlandt, slowly. "In all the Republic there is no one so progressive as you.
"Of course we know that, Senor Garavel, and of course there are grave reasons why we wished to talk with you. As Stephen has said, General Alfarez cannot be President " "Madame," he said, coldly, "Panama is a republic. The voice of the people is supreme." "Down in your heart do you really think so?" She was still smiling at him. "No! The United States is supreme." "Ah!
For tribulation o'er the world The mantle of despair had furled; There was no breeze the ground to bless, The plain lay panting in distress; Beneath the trailing silken shroud Alfarez carried through the crowd. Sadly we march along the crowded street, While trumpets hoarsely blare and drums tempestuous beat.
But before they could learn the cause, out from the near-by building came Ramon Alfarez, accompanied by several policemen and a group of railroad employes, among whom was Kirk Anthony. "There he is!" wheezed the consul, clutching at his companion's arm. "Get him now, before his friends."
Ramon Alfarez was beside her, and the two were chatting with an appearance of intimacy that made him furious. Close at hand stood Garavel, deep in conversation with Colonel Jolson. "Ah, Ramon, I wish you to meet Mr. Anthony," said Gertrudis. "So! You have met before?" "In Colon," Kirk explained, while Alfarez scorched him with his eyes. "Mr. Alfarez was very hospitable to me."
This chap is a smooth one, but his name isn't Anthony at all, nor Locke, either; it's Wellar; and he's wanted for other things besides embezzlement." Turning his triumphant little red eyes upon the prisoner, he puffed, "Got you, didn't we?" "I regret you 'ave arrive' so late," smirked Alfarez.
While his eyes were busiest, and just as the child prepared to draw another ball, he felt a clutch upon his arm, and, glancing down, beheld the glowing black eyes of Senor Ramon Alfarez fixed upon him.
Bot, 'ow am I reward for those neglec'? Eh!" Alfarez breathed ferociously through his nostrils. "I don't know, I'm sure. What is your reward?" "Very well are you aware, PIG." "Nix on those pet names," the American ordered, gruffly. "You 'ave insolt me," cried Ramon, furiously, "and now you 'ave the insolence to interfere in my affairs." He paused dramatically.
Alfarez turned dazed eyes from the door through which Gertrudis had gone. "Proof? I believe so. I have not thought much of the matter as yet, but I think there will be proof in plenty. Oh yes!" "Come then. I must go to see him. Perhaps oh, God! Perhaps what? My head is afire, my heart is broken for you, my poor boy." That was not a pleasant interview for Anthony.
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