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Doray, the gay and happy wife of Don Filipo, wandered about, with her tender little child in her arms. Both were crying. "Get out of the sun," they said to her. "Your son will catch a fever." "What is the use of his living if he has no father to educate him?" replied the dispirited woman. "Your husband is innocent. Perhaps he will return." "Yes, when we are in our graves."
In other words, he would consider his honor ineffaceably stained by either keeping the boy on the one hand or receiving any payment on the other. Don Filipo would lose ten times the amount of the purchase money rather than suffer the shadow of a shade of reproach to rest for one instant on his 'scutcheon." "I think if it is as Mr.
The Sage spoke with animation, his eyes gleamed. "Still, the new seed is small," objected Don Filipo incredulously. "If all enter upon the progress we purchase so dearly, it may be stifled." "Stifled! Who will stifle it? Man, that weak dwarf, stifle progress, the powerful child of time and action? When has he been able to do so?
"But the curate," the poor fellow went on, "the curate wants something else." "Does the curate or do we ourselves pay for this fiesta? Has he given a cuarto for it?" exclaimed a penetrating voice. All looked toward the place whence these questions came and saw there the Sage Tasio. Don Filipo remained motionless with his eyes fixed on the gobernadorcillo.
Don Filipo was the teniente-mayor of the town and leader of one of the parties the liberal faction, if it be possible to speak so, and if there exist parties in the towns of the Philippines. "Did you meet in the cemetery the son of the deceased Don Rafael, who has just returned from Europe?" "Yes, I saw him as he alighted from his carriage." "They say that he went to look for his father's grave.
"Can you steer, cook?" he asked after the latter had announced that dinner was ready. "Yes," said Filipo. "All right, take the wheel and keep her as she's going till we round that point ahead there." Filipo took the wheel and the others descended to find the cabin table set. There was a prodigious amount of fried steak and boiled potatoes as the main part of the meal.
Don Filipo is a Spanish nobleman; he has high ideas of honor. The manner in which he will look upon this affair will be probably this he will see that he has been deceived into the purchase of stolen property, and into a sort of unconscious complicity with the thieves. He will drop the property 'like a hot potato, as the Irish say.
Talk to ship's lady whist! hour is no time," answered Filipo with upcast hands. Again she eyed him through her long lashes a little askance. He was rather subtle, this half-breed cook, for one who could not even boil an egg. "I will let you have the watch, Filipo," she said gravely, "but you must give it back to me. It is one of the most precious things I have.
Don Filipo looked about him, in search of help. He saw Ibarra. "Señor Ibarra, for my sake, as a favor, hold them while I seek some cuaderilleros." "What can I do?" asked the young man, perplexed. But the teniente mayor was already in the distance. Ibarra in turn looked about him, for he knew not whom. Fortunately, he thought he discerned Elias, in the crowd, but not taking an active part in it.
And all for no end but to squander money, when there is so much misery and want. Yes, I understand it all, it's the same orgy, the revel to drown the woes of all." "You know that I share your opinion, though," replied Don Filipo, half jestingly and half in earnest. "I have defended it, but what can one do against the gobernadorcillo and the curate?"
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