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"I like your customs better in zome dthings, but it makes you vomans too clevair; you know men better dthan ve know you." "You have the same opportunities. It's not our fault if you don't profit by them." "You tell me yourself," he goes on, unheeding, "you haf many gude friends among your fadther's and brodthers' acquaintances; dthat make you care so leedle for men." "Not a bit of it!" I laugh.
He points to a circular roof supported on stone pillars sheltering water-tanks and primitive laundry essentials "Dthat ees a 'pila, a place vhere dthe vomans vash dthe garments." It is surrounded by buxom young girls with dripping linen in their hands which they seemed to be beating on stone slabs. "Dthat tree dthat grow beside ees palma cristi."
He stops an instant, eying me doubtfully; a moment longer he hesitates, and then, seeing that Mrs. Steele is busily talking of the terrors of the night to a group of passengers, he continues in a lower tone: "I dthought about you, it is needless dthat I zay. I hurry on mit my long ofercoat and hold mine pistol deep in mine mine how you zay?" "Pocket."
"Thank you," I say, "but I am looking for my plantain. Will you have the boy find it, there are so many things in this basket?" A few words between the "moso" and the Baron, the latter smiles a little. "Très curieux, dthat old voman forget to put in dthat plantain!" Mrs. Steele's amusement is most offensive.
I have no friend here but you; you must take me back to Mrs. Steele. Come!" "How vell you know men! But not me, Blanca not a Peruvian. I know it ees better for you, as vell as for myself, dthat you marry me. You haf nefer been so gentle and so gude as since I hold you near dthat baranca. But you did not like it!
"Please don't mind me; I think you've said something a little 'komisch' but perhaps I've got a sunstroke and it acts like laughing gas. Don't be cross, Guillermo." I take his arm and notice covertly that he is mollified. "Blanca," he says, with a half smile, "dthat adobe house vidth vines look cool suppose I buy dthat and ve stay here leedle vhile." I follow his eyes.
But it look like dthat sun ve haf ofer our heads in Acapulco Bay, dthink you not zo, Madame?" He shows her the curious jewel, like opaque amber sprinkled with gold dust. "It is very curious and interesting," says Mrs. Steele. "Indeed it is," I agree; "thank you very much." But I scarcely see the Inca eye; I am looking into his and trying to read his face.
"I could hear them, dear, if I were twenty." "Vhat bells ees dthat?" The Peruvian turns away his fine head to listen. "I hear nodthing." "You are the only one that hears them, Blanche; tell us what they say." "Even Longfellow can't do that," I answer, "and his sense was so acute and fine he heard them half across the world."
In a few minutes he returns and presents a large bunch of lovely orchids to Mrs. Steele. Then he exchanges a few words with the Baron and is off again like a shot. "Yust to show you dthat flowers can grow here out of a hospital garden," explains the Baron, bowing across the table to my friend and adding under his breath: "I haf send for odthers for you, Señorita."
"See," he says, "she vill gif you all dthose limes if you gif back dthat plantain, you vill be glad of limes abord du San Miguel." "Yes," I say. "I'll have the limes, too." And I put down another media. He looks at me curiously. "Ask her to send them to the hotel," I say. He gives the old woman some rapid directions.
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