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On the contrary they at once went to work, thoroughly cleaned the little three-room building Garcia's abandoned headquarters, to be used as a hospital and when the day closed the transformation showed clean rooms, clean cots, and the grateful occupants wondering whether Heaven itself could be more comfortable, or anything more desirable than the palatable food prepared for them by the Sisters.
Her voice was hardly settled even within its own after conditions; and yet, juaradoxical as it may seem, she was at ease on the stage; because she brought thither instinct for acting, experience of music, knowledge how to sing, and consummate intelligence. Pauline Garcia's voice was a rebel which she had had to subdue, not a vassal to command, like the glorious organ of Mme.
You never made no such Johnny Branch execration of yourself as that out on the Gila. 'Come and have lunching with me! You never defined grub by any such terms of reproach in them days." "I've been living in New York seven years," said Merritt. "It's been eight since we punched cows together in Old Man Garcia's outfit. Well, let's go to a cafe, anyhow.
I wonder the fair Catalina does not give her preference to him. Who can tell that she does not? A Mexican dame does not carry her soul upon her sleeve, nor upon her tongue neither. It would be a task to tell of whom Catalina is thinking just now. It is not likely at her age she is twenty that her heart is still her own; but whose? Roblado's? I would wager, no. Garcia's? That would be a fairer bet.
Why, only the other night, when Senator Misnancy and Judge Fitzdawdle were here, after making him tell his story, which you know I think he really believes, I sang 'There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin, and my husband told me afterwards it was worth at least a dozen votes." "But about this rival of yours, this niece of Garcia's?" "Another of your blunders; you men know nothing of women.
A swift anger vaguely tinged with dread leaped into Drennen's heart. She was humming a line of Garcia's little song: "Dios! It is sweet to be young and to love!" For David Drennen, in whose mouth the husks of life were dry and harsh and bitter, a miracle had happened. Nor was that miracle any the less a golden wonder because to other men in other times it had been the same.
Nevertheless, I doubt if the present village is the Pampaconas mentioned in the documents of Garcia's day as being "an important town of the Incas." There are no ruins hereabouts. The huts of Pampaconas were newly built of stone and mud, and thatched with grass.
The concluding paragraph caught his eye, "Perhaps it would be well if you came here yourself. Roscommon is here; and they say there is a niece of Garcia's, lately appeared, who is likely to get up a strong social sympathy for the old Mexican. I don't know that they expect to prove anything by her; but I'm told she is attractive and clever, and has enlisted the sympathies of the delegation."
It may be thought that while I was employed thus I had forgotten the object of my coming to Spain, namely to avenge my mother's murder on the person of Juan de Garcia. But this was not so. So soon as I was settled in the house of Andres de Fonseca I set myself to make inquiries as to de Garcia's whereabouts with all possible diligence, but without result.
Garcia describes how the larynx is raised and lowered in the throat, according to the register in which the tones are produced. He also notes the position of the tongue and the soft palate. Widespread interest was awakened by the account of Garcia's laryngoscopic investigations of the registers, published in 1855.
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