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Her soul swelled with happiness; she breathed an atmosphere of joy. "You persist in depreciating yourself," continued Pepe, "but for me you possess every perfection. You have the admirable quality of radiating on all around you the divine light of your soul. The moment one sees you one feels instinctively the nobility of your mind and the purity of your heart.
Pepe and Pancho, by the way, are short for José and Francisco. Dinner over, it was time to visit the churches, to which people crowd by thousands, this evening and to-morrow, to see the monuments, as they are called.
He suspect we not grow rich so easily. No must get up by old track cross to dry gully down that to Pecos. Take longer make things surer, boy Pepe." "Carrambo!" exclaimed Pepe. "It's a murderous climb. My poor beast's so jaded with the buffalo running, that he'll scarce get up. Carrai!"
Here Dick interrupted: "You left your compañero de grillos for fear of the Black Bull!" he exclaimed. Pépe smiled, shaking his head. "It was for fear of that which came to el toro erizado," he answered. "Very wise was I, and prudent, for but three minutes since did I see him, and in his throat la navaja de la ramera Holandesa."
Standing behind his boarders, Pepe Garcia had been watching the play of jaws and expressions of face with some uneasiness, but when the colonel gave in his adhesion his doubts were removed, and he smiled agreeably, flattered in his double quality of hunter and cook.
Thus professionally spoke Don Pepe, the fighter, with pendent moustaches, a nut-brown, lean face, and a clean run of a cast-iron jaw, suggesting the type of a cattle-herd horseman from the great Llanos of the South.
At that moment the doleful screech of an owl interrupted them, and those plaintive cries troubling the silence of night, just as they were about to entertain some hope, sounded ominous in the ears of Pepe. "Ah!" said he, sadly, all his superstition reviving, "the voice of the owl at this moment seems to me to announce no good fortune to us."
The nephew's money was a continual remorse to me, and I resolved to get rid of it." "Of the money?" "Not so." "And you despatched the uncle as well?" cried Pepe. Cuchillo assented. "From that time my conscience had but little to reproach me with. I had gained three hundred dollars by the most ingenious integrity." Cuchillo was yet smiling, when Fabian exclaimed
Augusta, the ancients called it; Augustissima, I call it now; for now, as then, high-mindedness, generosity, valor, magnanimity, are the patrimony of all. Well, good-night, dear Pepe. But I fancy you are not well. Has the supper disagreed with you?
He made a movement with his hand, and added: "I remembered the days when I and Dicco threw the knife." He had gone back, he shamelessly continued, to learn how the land lay; for, should they be all dead, as he almost expected, for Pépe there would be pickings. To find Dicco el Cojeante again, time was plenty, for la señorita con el pelo rojo must set the pace.
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