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Mercy, how he looks, pobrecito! he is cut all to pieces. Hurry, Reyes, bring him in here and lay him gently down. Hombre, husband, coward! how couldst thou abandon thy friend who fought for thy honor, not fearing the death. I wager that pale hussy, Jtz-Li-Cama, was, as usual, the cause of this strife between men!"
It is but the trample of a horse, and looking in the direction whence it comes sees the animal itself, and its rider soon is seen, recognising both. "Cypriano!" he mechanically exclaims, adding, "Pobrecito! He's been impatient; anxious; too much to stay for my return, and now's coming after."
Felipe Carrera was sent upon earth with but half his wits. Therefore, the people of Coralio called him "El pobrecito loco" "the poor little crazed one" saying that God had sent but half of him to earth, retaining the other half. A sombre youth, glowering, and speaking only at the rarest times, Felipe was but negatively "loco." On shore he generally refused all conversation.
Pobrecito! let me pat him yes, I know by his coat that he is my countryman shoot him, indeed! vaya, I would fain see the Gallegan devil who would dare to harm him. Barbarous country, io lo creo: neither oil nor olives, bread nor barley. You have been at Cordova. Vaya; oblige me, cavalier, by taking this cigar."
Last night as he went to bed he kissed my hand quite suddenly, a thing he has not done before, though always was he courteous. This morning he was gone as the old Señora went, without warning. Señorita, I am a poor woman, but I would give half I possess to have the pobrecito back for he is frail and weak to be alone in this great city and he has not a peso with him. Moreover, he brought me luck.
Then he turned without having spoken a word, and walked swiftly away through the hot sand of the street. "Pobrecito loco!" sighed the collector; and the parrot on the pen racks screeched "Loco! loco! loco!" The next morning a strange procession filed through the streets to the collector's office. At its head was the admiral of the navy.
My first impulse was to retire, silently and modestly, but the power of a strange fascination for a moment prevented me. Was it a dream? "Ah! que barbara! pobrecito ito ito!" "Comeremos." "Por Dios! no! echalo, Luz, o tirare la agua en sus ojos." "Guarda te!"
"The young lad has been suffering a little with his back, pobrecito! It is the climate here, no doubt, but my mother rubs him with a remedy of her own making and he is soothed." "And the Señora?" The woman hesitated visibly. "She she sits all day by her fire and talks but seldom, yet she seems well." "They understand why I have not been to see them?"
Don Sabas lagged a little behind, looking at the still form of the late admiral, sprawled in his paltry trappings. "Pobrecito loco," he said softly. He was a brilliant cosmopolite and a cognoscente of high rank; but, after all, he was of the same race and blood and instinct as this people. Even as the simple paisanos of Coralio had said it, so said Don Sabas.
There was a brief silence, then the Spaniard uttered a low exclamation of satisfaction. Benton glanced up to see a young man of frank face, blond mustache and Paris clothes drop into the vacant place with evident apologies for his tardiness. "Ah," breathed Blanco again, "I feared it would be someone I did not know. He is the Teniente Lapas, of Karyl's Palace guard. The pobrecito!
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