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I know dthe place and vill be intairpretair?" "Yes," says Mrs. Steele. "I intend sending for a carriage; we can get over more ground in that way, and we have so little time." The Peruvian gives an order to the servant and shortly a vehicle stands at the door. It is a lumbering old open carriage that has evidently been grand in its day with two white horses that match it in age and decrepitude.
Steele looks greatly astonished. "Not so fery! Dthis train go soon; I must zay gude-bye. Here ees dthe leedle carve spoon from Escuintla you zay you like. I haf had much plaisir to know you, Madame. Gude-bye!" He holds out his shapely white hand and Mrs. Steele takes it warmly. "Indeed, Baron, I'm quite breathless with surprise, and really very sorry to lose you.
"Vidth all my boast I haf not succeed to 'keep my pearl'; it ees yours, Señorita." "No, Baron " I begin, with warm protest. "If you vant me to haf it, Señorita, write me and I vill come from dthe end of dthe vorld to get it. But you vill not, zo put dthis Inca eye beside it. Dthey zay in my country it bring gude luck.
"What a lovely night! It makes one feel strangely, doesn't it, to be out after dark in a foreign city that no one you know has ever visited, and that seemed in geography days as far off as the moon?" I get no answer to my small observations, and we walk on. "The gallery isn't as near as I thought." "It ees not far, Blanca; you air fery lofely in dthe moonlight."
"How absurd!" I say, with what scorn I can command. "Care about what, anyhow?" "Señorita!" The handsome face of the Peruvian looks in at an open window near the far end of the car. A bell rings, the conductor shouts some warning in Spanish. In the din I run to the window and the Baron holds up a bunch of roses. "Dthink dthe best you can of me, Blanca; I vill loaf you all my life."
Peter meet you at dthe gate and say, 'You haf lif gude life, come into Heaven' you vill fery like look over your shoulder and say, 'Oh, Peter! vhere go all dthose nice leedle devils?" The Peruvian's last shot certainly diverts me from all finny creatures, and we sit down on a pile of lumber, and the Baron shows me his rings and seals tells me where each came from and the story attached.
Dumb amazement fille dthe horse's great eyes; he stretched out his neck and smelled his lifeless master inquiringly. A shot from Harry's musket, fifty from the astounded Rebels, and the two Unionists sped away unhurt into the cover of the dark cedars. God sits upon the Throne of Kings, And Judges unto judgement brings: Why then so long Maintain your wrong, And favor lawlesss things?
"You vill zee dthree volcano near Guatemala; dthey air dthe 'spirits' of dthe place call in Eenglish 'Air, 'Fire' and 'Vater. Zee on dthis leedle coin dthey haf all dthree mountains on dthe back." "Why, what's the matter with your hands?" I say, taking the coin.
Is this the "Paris of Central America," with its 70,000 inhabitants? Mrs. Steele is met in the dépot by some friends, Californians, who live here part of the year. We promise to dine with them, and the Baron comes back from his search for a carriage, saying one will be here presently. "Vhile Madame Steele talks vidth her friends, vill you come zee dthe Trocadero, vhere dthey haf bull-fights?"
"I'm glad to know what is required to make me lovely." "You air alvays 'wonderschön' to me but you look too clevair zometimes in dthe day. In dthis moonlight you look so gentle like a leedle child. Blanca, zay again you loaf me." He holds my hand close and bends down until I feel his hot breath on my cheek. "I can't say again what I never said once." I begin to walk faster.
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