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The answer they received was, that Cervantes had borne arms in the service of his country, and was now old and poor. "What!" exclaimed one of the Frenchmen, "is not Senor Cervantes in good circumstances? Why is he not maintained, then, out of the public treasury?"
It would be next to impossible for me to meet this man with hostilities begun." She was quite astonished at this stir of action. "Can't you tell me anything more?" Her appeal was penetrating. "Only that I've got to see him. It's not to do him harm," he said. "The story isn't altogether mine.... I can't help laughing at this move of Señor Rey's and yet " "It hurts, doesn't it?" she urged.
To which the young man replied, "Senor, it was to avoid answering all the questions officers of justice put." "What are you by trade?" "A weaver." "And what do you weave?" "Lance heads, with your worship's good leave." "You're facetious with me! You plume yourself on being a wag? Very good; and where were you going just now?" "To take the air, senor."
The Senor turned and addressed a few words to the commander, who stood apart in silent dignity. "In 1792." "In what? Is he mad?" said Bunker. "Does he know what year this is?" "The illustrious commander believes it to be the year of grace 1854," answered Senor Perkins quietly.
He said the Powers would see that in the end Louis had his throne." The Spaniard shook his head dubiously. "The Powers have lost their instrument! You forget, Señor, that this is underground diplomacy. It must appear to work itself out and the new King must be logical. With Louis a prisoner their meddling hands are bound." Benton rose and pushed back his chair.
The young fellow came to her quickly and stood, sombrero in hand, his dark eyes shining with pride at the recognition. In Spanish she directed him to fetch a horse for the Senor. "Si, Senorita." With a low bow the Mexican turned to obey. The eastern man, not understanding the words, but awakening suddenly to the meaning of the action, broke forth with "Here, wait a minute."
"Well, against the Senor Brome then?" "Perhaps, but that is between me and him. I will not discuss it with you." "Senora," went on Inez, with a slow smile, "we are both innocent of what you thought you saw." "Indeed; then who is guilty?" "The Marquis of Morella." Margaret made no answer, but her eyes said much. "Senora, you do not believe me, nor is it wonderful. Yet I speak the truth.
I do not mean your going, Señor. That would but limber the tongue of scandal; and besides, I do not mean that I withdraw my friendship from you. A man must be narrow, indeed, if he cannot carry more than one friendship in his soul. "Sit you down, Señor, while I think a moment," he urged. "Surely it can be arranged without hurt to the fair name of of any. Riatas ah, now I have it, Señor!
The alcayde drew his long body into the patio, and turned to lock the little door with an immense key. In the crowd all sorts of little movements happened. Women crossed themselves, and furtively thrust pairs of crooked, skinny, brown, black-nailed fingers in my direction. The man like Cæsar said: "I ask your pardon, Señor Caballero. I did not know. How could I tell?
There are others, as the señor well knows, who heard it before even it came to my ears." "It doesn't matter," Dade repeated. "They'll have their joke, and I don't blame them for putting the joke on a stranger, especially when he's a gringo and absent." "The señor is wise as he is loyal," stated José and bowed himself into the shadows. "Buenos noches, Señor."
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