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I beckon him to bring it to me, and look among the limes for my precious plantain. "Señorita," says the Peruvian, breaking off a conversation with Mrs. Steele upon native dishes, "I haf here pineapple sairve vidth ice and sugar and vine; it is dthe most delicieux of all fruit. Allow me to raicommend you." And the waiter puts the tempting plate before me.
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."
Steele, who wonders at my long absence, comes with Señor Noma to find me, and soon there are three laughing at the poor Baron's expense. "Hush, Blanche, it's really too bad you must pardon her, Baron," says Mrs. Steele. "I mind it not more," says the Peruvian, with new philosophy. "Señorita vould laugh in dthe face of St. Peter."
Ve air not far from dthe house of two old friends of me. Dthey vill take care off you, till my yacht come; you need not fear me, Señorita." He loosens his grasp for an instant, and the dark street seems to whirl. I would have fallen if he had not caught me. I hear, as one dreaming, the caressing words of Spanish I scarcely feel the hot kisses.
It ees not like your country; a man can nefer know dthe voman he loaf till he marry her." "Very stupid custom," I say. "I wouldn't give a fig for such love. You could only care for the face or the fortune of a woman so hemmed about. What could you know of the character, of the real individual, that after all is the only safe thing to pin one's faith to."
I haf travel dthe vorld ofer, many beautiful and clevair vomans haf loaf me. I haf seen nefer a voman like you for not to care.
I feel it fery deep. It might not matter to zome Nordthern zhentlemen, but I am dthe most sensible man you ever know." "Sensible!" I say, in a tone scarcely flattering, trying to keep my lips from twitching. "Yes, I am terrible sensible; a fery leedle dthing vill hurt me." "Well, well, I'll be your friend, anyhow, and I'll try to be very considerate.
"Oh, but I can't take your rosary; that's absurd!" "You cannot take a few leedle pieces of vood from your friend? Vhy, dthose leedle voods are only dthe dthe dthe how you say? bones off dthe olive." I laugh till I ache. "Bones of the olive!" I almost roll off the lumber in a spasm of merriment. Mrs.
Vhen I stood at dthe ship and see you coming abord du San Miguel I vas so happy, for I haf fear for a dull voyage." "H'm! You fancy then I may entertain you?" "Mademoiselle!" Very reproachful is the droop of the long lashes. "It ess my gude hope ve may be friends, and if I succeed to amuse you, I am content
"Yes, in mine pawket, and I come dthree steps by a time up here to your door." "Heavens!" I say, "did you want to shoot me?" "No, I vould safe you!" "What was the pistol for?" "You zee a Peruvian vill dthink qvick by a time like zo he vill zay: 'I must safe dthe life of Señorita dthere vill be boats, but dthere vill be many to crowd in and all vill be lost.
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