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As Creede and Hardy drew near, an old man, grave and dignified, came out from the shady veranda and opened the gate, bowing with the most courtly hospitality. "Buenos tardes, señores," he pronounced, touching his hat in a military salute. "Pasa! Welcome to my poor house."
And Varuna, the adorable lord of waters with his terrible Pasa, and surrounded by numerous aquatic animals, marched slowly with the trident. And the trident Vijaya was followed by the Pattisa of Rudra guarded by maces, balls, clubs and other excellent weapons.
Dona Pasa would tide over the vast chasms of nicotinized silence with music from her guitar, while she wondered if the romances she had read about gallant and more more contiguous cavaliers were all lies.
He stopped in his tracks, still, for the first time in Coralio; and then he sped, swift as a deer, to find Vasquez, a gilded native youth, to present him. The young men had named Pasa "La Santita Naranjadita." Naranjadita is a Spanish word for a certain colour that you must go to more trouble to describe in English.
I cannot successfully appeal to the distinctive teaching of our Church, clear and manifest as it is, for the very words I think conclusive contain no such evidence for him, and so on ad infinitum. 'Thus I imagine the want of that external and visible Church will be felt as necessary to fix the Creeds pasa katadike.
And Miss Pasa, her daughter, that went to school in the States she brought back some civilized notions in the way of footgear. And there's the comandante's sister that dresses up her feet on feast-days and Mrs. Geddie, who wears a two with a Castilian instep and that's about all the ladies.
His red hair was in an unusual state of disorder. Pasa's fingers often ached to smooth and arrange it, but Dicky would never allow it. He was poring, to-night, over a great litter of maps and books and papers on his table until that perpendicular line came between his brows that always distressed Pasa. Presently she went and brought his hat, and stood with it until he looked up, inquiringly.
DOÑA MATILDE. ¡Ay Dios.... qué susto!... ¡No sé lo que por mí pasa!... ¿Me he puesto muy pálida?
Is this the best you can dig up for a fellow?" Pasa looked at him as a mother looks at a beloved but capricious babe. "Think better of it," she said, in a low voice; "since for the next meal there will be nothing. The last centavo is spent." She pressed closer against the grating. "Sell the goods in the shop take anything for them." "Have I not tried? Did I not offer them for one-tenth their cost?
I promise you that. Come." They sat upon a reed silleta at the window and watched the quivering gleams from the lights of the Catarina reflected in the harbour. Presently Pasa rippled out one of her infrequent chirrups of audible laughter. "I was thinking," she began, anticipating Dicky's question, "of the foolish things girls have in their minds.
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