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He reined in protectingly between her and the approaching Jack, and spoke soothingly because of her apparent need. "Be not frightened, querida mia. Thou art safe with me and the accursed gringo will get a lesson he will not soon forget, for daring " Teresita, looking back, discovered Jack behind her.
"I have kissed the gem a hundred times. In life, the sweet token can never part from me. "My foes are after me like bloodhounds, but I fear them not. My brave steed is never out of my sight, and with him I can scorn my cowardly pursuers. But I must venture one visit to the town. I must see you once, querida. I have words for you I cannot trust to paper.
"Do don't take no no notice of her!" "Let me give this shameless common person a lesson!" replied the woman, giving her husband a push. He nearly fell to the ground. Turning to Doña Consolacion, she continued: "Look how you treat me! Don't think that I am a provincial, or a soldiers' querida! In my house in Manila alferezas never are allowed to come in. They wait at the door." "Oh-oh!
Mi querida. Adios!" When the beautiful lady had finished reading the note, she pressed it to her lips, and fervently kissed it. "Worthy of being my lover!" she murmured; "ay, worthy to be the lover of a queen! Brave, noble Carlos!" Again she kissed the paper, and, thrusting it into her bosom, glided softly from the apartment. Vizcarra's desire for revenge grew stronger every hour.
Joyous courage, Querida, was buried long ago, and too many cares insure its having no resurrection. The good gifts which Heaven formerly permitted me to enjoy have lost their zest; instead of bread, it now gives me stones. The best enjoyment it still grants me I am honest and not ungrateful in saying so is a well-prepared meal. Laugh, if you choose!
Not many years ago, in a small town in Valencia, and on a Sunday, the parishioners assembled in the square according to custom, waiting till the bell should announce to them the hour of entering the church to hear mass; hour after hour passed—no bell sounded—the people directed their steps towards the house of the priest’s querida, where they found that he had passed the night in orgies of drunkenness and dissipation, and was, even then, in a state of intoxication.
The history of the second case, viz., that of the Capuchine of Cuenca, bears a still more scandalous and atrocious character. The unhallowed passions of this great criminal had their origin also in the confessional. The latter and his querida, unknown to the confiding carpenter, passed some years in a total abandonment of themselves to vicious courses.
"Adios, Maria, seas feliz mi querida, feliz feliz Maria adios adios Maria Mar".
He stared for a moment at Padre Salvi and then moved away, nervously twisting the sharp point of his gray beard. The others made their comments. "There is seen the hand of God!" remarked one. "Even the women hate him." "He had his house burned down, thinking in that way to save himself, but he didn't count on the guest, on his querida, his babaye," added another, laughing. "It's the work of God!
Ramon walks behind, and looks neither to right nor left, as they take their place at the head of the little procession. And so they go, up the white, dusty road, to the campo santo. Muy querida, muy querida, says the great bell: slower and slower, muy querida, muy . . . and so, ceases. The sun was going down, its warm light dying away up the ancient wall.
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