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Again Hanson was almost betrayed into making his threat then and there. He leaned forward and shook his forefinger under the Spaniard's eyes, his face was purple, but just in time he remembered himself, closed his mouth and drew back. "Bob, Bob," croaked Lolita, "mi jasmin Pearl, mi corazon." "A most intelligent bird, you see, Mr. Hanson," observed Gallito, with saturnine politeness.
"I give you my word of honour that I will be wholly faithful to you." "Come then, 'corazon mio', let us go in." "No, let us put out the lights, and stay here a quarter of an hour. Tell me, my angel, whence comes this unexpected happiness?" "You owe it to a piece of tyranny which drove me to desperation. God is good, and I am sure He would not have me become my own executioner.
"I give you my word of honour that I will be wholly faithful to you." "Come then, 'corazon mio', let us go in." "No, let us put out the lights, and stay here a quarter of an hour. Tell me, my angel, whence comes this unexpected happiness?" "You owe it to a piece of tyranny which drove me to desperation. God is good, and I am sure He would not have me become my own executioner.
Irish hadn't changed, but Sadler was looking older and more melancholy, though I judged that some of the lines on his face, that simulated care, came from the kind of life folks led in Saleratus to avoid monotony. We spoke of Craney among others, but Sadler knew no more of Craney than I did. Likely he was still in Corazon.
Thence to Westminster Hall again, and there saw Betty Michell, and bought a pair of gloves of her, she being fain to keep shop there, her mother being sick, and her father gathering of the tax. I 'aimais her de toute my corazon'. Thence, my mind wandering all this day upon 'mauvaises amours' which I be merry for.
The boys washed at the big sink on the porch, and were ready for the hearty fare that steamed in the lamp-lighted room. For the last hour Tharon had been watching the eastern slopes for her father. "He's ridin' late, Anita," she said anxiously as the men trooped in with the usual jest and laughter. "He went far, no doubt, Corazon," said old Anita comfortably.
I judged his family name had been collecting barnacles, till it wasn't worth cleaning maybe, or maybe he was a fugitive or exile from Corazon, or maybe he'd speculated in matrimony, and was fleeing from hot water, or maybe kettles, or maybe he'd assassinated his great aunt's second cousin's husband, which was no business of mine, any of it. "Look here," I says, not feeling agreeable.
"The Mexicans call him pajaro corazon páh-hah-ro cor-ah-sóne," continued the poet. "Does that appeal to your soul?" "Why, no. What does it mean woodpecker?" Hardy smiled. "No," he said, "a woodpecker with them is called carpintero carpenter, you understand because he hammers on trees; but my friend up on the stump yonder is Pajaro Corazon bird of the heart. I have a poem dedicated to him."
Still almost interminable ranges of mountains appeared to the east. As we looked back, we could see the lofty heights of Pichincha, Corazon, Ruminagui, Cotopaxi, Antisana, and many others. We had a mountain before us. Our patient mules slowly climbed up it.
He stood up and wrapped his coat around him, and said, "I will go," and started downstairs for Spain. We sailed for Corazon in the Padre's cat-boat and left the new keeper in the tower, and I never but once again have landed on the point. That was when I came some days after to gather a few things left behind.
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