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The Brazilian minister, M. d'Azambuja, is the "marquis of Carabas" of Asuncion, and hence, as the representative of the nation that conquered Paraguay, he enjoys his privileges, one of which, apparently, is to keep the ceremony waiting for half an hour, while the president of the republic, his cabinet ministers, the foreign representatives and the officers of the army of occupation who are present twiddle their thumbs, the Paraguayan officials showing in their faces their sense of the Brazilian's want of respect.
You cannot help your friend, and the instant it becomes known to the troops that there is a living soul on the Grand-père rock they will come in a steam launch and shoot everyone at sight." "Will that be the answer to our signal?" It was Iris who asked the question, and the Brazilian's voice softened again. "Yes," he said. "Why, then, do you advise us to seek our own destruction?" He bowed.
In a very short time he learned, through the medium of his own bad Portuguese and the Brazilian's worse English, that he was not more than a day's ride from one of the diamond mines of that province of Brazil which is named Minas Geraes; that he was still many leagues distant from the sea; and that he would be sure to get work at the mines if he wished it for the chief overseer, the Baron Fagoni, was an amiable man and very fond of the English, but he could not speak their language at all, and required an interpreter.
"A man does not make such a voyage for nothing," remarked Madame Nourrisson. "You have a right to look for love for your own sake, particularly being so good-looking. Oh, he is very handsome!" said she to Carabine. "Very handsome, handsomer than the Postillon de Longjumeau," replied the courtesan. Cydalise took the Brazilian's hand, but he released it as politely as he could.
"A man does not make such a voyage for nothing," remarked Madame Nourrisson. "You have a right to look for love for your own sake, particularly being so good-looking. Oh, he is very handsome!" said she to Carabine. "Very handsome, handsomer than the Postillon de Longjumeau," replied the courtesan. Cydalise took the Brazilian's hand, but he released it as politely as he could.
"I oughtn't to have done it," said Lady Conant apologetically, "but there has been no one at Pardons for so long that you'll forgive my poaching. Now, can't you lunch with us? The vicar usually comes too. I don't use the horses on a Sunday" she glanced at the Brazilian's silver-plated chariot. "It's only a mile across the fields."
Her blue eyes gazed confidingly up into the Brazilian's snapping black ones, and as she withdrew her hand from the depths of her purse, there passed from her white fingers to his brown ones that which is the Esperanto of the nations, the universal language understood from Broadway to Brazil. The hand on her shoulder relaxed and fell away.
She soon found out that he was no conspirator, but she asked herself in vain whether she was to look for a common swindler, an impudent adventurer or perhaps even a criminal in him. The day that she had foreseen soon came; the Brazilian's banker "unaccountably" had omitted to send him any money, and so he borrowed some of her.
This fashion of taking the stage, with the Brazilian's attitude and expression, gave, alike to Crevel and to the baron, an identical shock of curiosity and anxiety. Both were struck by the same impression and the same surmise.
I will kill her as I would smash a fly " "And how about the gendarmes, my son?" said Madame Nourrisson, with a smile that made your flesh creep. "And the police agents, and the judges, and the assizes, and all the set-out?" added Carabine. "You are bragging, my dear fellow," said the old woman, who wanted to know all the Brazilian's schemes of vengeance. "I will kill her," he calmly repeated.
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