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And noiseless. Noiseless because heavy, clammy, thick, warm, sickening blood? Well might the land quake for the weight of such a tide! Why did Adele speak Spanish? Who prayed for him? ... "Alma de Cristo santisima santificame! "Sangre de Cristo, embriagame! "O buen Jesus, oye me!" ... Out of the darkness into such a light! An azure haze!
It appeared to be the body of a man, prostrate and asleep. "Santisima, it is!" replied the zambo. "Snug by the fire too. He is a fool! but, sure enough, he could have no thought of our following him in a night so dark as this." "Hwish, dam! dog not there, guero ours! No more talk, boy Pepe! follow me!"
"Hollo, Dick! hang it, old hoss, what are ye 'bout?" "Carambo!" "By the 'tarnal airthquake!" "Vaya! hombre, vaya!" "Carrajo!" "By Gosh!" "Santisima Maria!" "Sacr-r-re!" It seemed as if the different nations had sent representatives to contest the supremacy of their shibboleths. I was struck with three groups.
Your fair form, the angelic beauty of your face perhaps your very grief awakened interest in a heart whose love never meant else than ruin to its object. It was the heart of Colonel Vizcarra. "Mira! Roblado!" muttered he to his subordinate and fellow-villain. "See yonder! Santisima Virgen! Saint Guadalupe! Look, man! Venus, as I'm a Christian and a soldier!
The chapman calls her back peremptorily. "Don't be rash! The scarf is worth twenty reals, but for the sake of Santisima Maria I offered it to you for half price. Very well! You are not suited. What will you give?" "Caramba! Am I buyer and seller as well? The thing is worth three reals; more is a robbery." "Jesus! Maria! Jose! and all the family! Go thou with God! We cannot trade.
Sadness had again taken possession of his soul, through which the quick burst of anger had passed as lightning though a sombre sky. "Very likely," said he, with a melancholy smile, "it is the spirit of some poor lover who has died from despair." "Santisima Virgen!" exclaimed Rosarita, making the sign of the cross. "You make me afraid, Tiburcio.
What could have tempted her to such an act?" "Ay de mi! Heaven only knows: her conduct has been very strange of late. It is quite annoying! Dear Carlos!" she continued, changing her tone of regret to one of anxiety, "you must stay no longer. Who knows what she may do? Perhaps summon my father! Perhaps still worse Santisima Virgen! may it not be!"
In referring to his policies, Don Custodio was not satisfied with the word art, and upon pronouncing the word government, he would extend his hand downwards to the height of a man bent over on his knees. In regard to his religious ideas, he prided himself on being a Catholic, very much a Catholic ah, Catholic Spain, the land of María Santísima!
Each bad a wound above the brisket, and from this the red stream gurled out, and trickled down their still panting sides. Blood welled from their mouths and out of their nostrils. Pools of it were filtering through the prairie turf; and clotted gouts, flung out by the struggling hoof, sprinkled the grass around them! "Oh, heavens! what could it mean?" "Wagh! Santisima!
Before everything else, I'll save my soul. What do you say, Capitana Tinny?" "Oh, what do you want me to say? You're both right the curate is right, but God must also be right. I don't know, I'm only a foolish woman. What I'm going to do is to tell my son not to study any more, for they say that persons who know anything die on the gallows. María Santísima, my son wants to go to Europe!"
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