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"Que se io ?" said the old man, shrugging up his shoulders. "How should I know? The church has power, Don Jorge, or at least it had power, to punish for anything, real or unreal; and as it was necessary to punish in order to prove that it had the power of punishing, of what consequence whether it punished for sorcery or any other crime."
"I pushed my way through the recoiling circle, and heard once more that same oppressed voice saying earnestly: 'Forget that I am a living man, Jorge. Forget me altogether, and think of what you have to do. "'Be without fear, senor. You are nothing to me but a gun carriage, and I shall not waste a shot. "I heard the spluttering of a port-fire, and smelt the saltpetre of the match.
On the plain in front of the fort gate I saw a group of men swaying about in the same place. "I walked down the ridge disregarded. The moonlight in the clear air of the uplands was as bright as day, but the intense shadows confused my sight, and I could not make out what they were doing. I heard voice Jorge, artillerist, say in a queer, doubtful tone, 'It is loaded, senores.
"You have not been to bed, Mara?" "No, dear. Do I look it?" "You must lie down presently. They tell me that Captain Carroll returned suddenly this morning." "Do you care?" "Who knows? Amita does not seem to fancy Jose, Esteban, Jorge, or any of her cousins. She won't look at Juan Estudillo. The Captain is not bad. He is of the government. He is "
This place, being on the lake, was more convenient for provisions, which were easily brought by the steamers from the island of Ometepec and the towns and haciendas along the shore, and the enemy had gained boldness to go there by our repulse at Obraja: or it may be that the force at Obraja had come down from Granada by land, and so only continued their march to San Jorge, though the rumor was, that they had landed from the lake, as I have said.
"Si, senhor. Immediatamente. Antonio Jorge Rosario! And you, too, Meldo vem c
"Purchase him, Don Jorge, his price is but three thousand reals. I would not sell him for double that sum, but the Carlist thieves have their eyes upon him, and I am apprehensive that they will some day make a dash across the river and break into Villa Seca, all to get possession of my horse, 'The Flower of Spain."
The Prado has two dozen specimens, though two of them at least a poor replica of the Orgáz burial, and another are known to be by El Greco's son, Jorge Manuel Theotocopuli; of the numerous portraits and other pictures dispersed by time and chance to the four quarters of the globe, we have written earlier in this volume, when dealing with the definitive work on this Greek by Señor Manuel B. Cossio.
"Jorge, bent double, muttered, port-fire in hand: 'An inch to the left, senor. Too much. So. Now, if you let yourself down a little by letting your elbows bend, I will... "He leaped aside, lowering his port-fire, and a burst of flame darted out of the muzzle of the gun lashed on the man's back. "Then Gaspar Ruiz lowered himself slowly. 'Good shot? he asked. "'Full on, senor.
Retreat was left for him; but he could not retreat. "I saw below me his artillerist Jorge, an old Spanish soldier, building up a sort of structure with heaped-up saddles. The gun, ready-loaded was lifted on to that, but in the act of firing the whole thing collapsed and the shot flew high above the stockade. "Nothing more was attempted.
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