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"Or purveyor to the Palace!" added her escort, jealous of Simoun. In the students' box, Pecson, Sandoval, and Isagani had remained, while Tadeo had gone to engage Don Custodio in conversation about his projects, and Makaraig to hold an interview with Pepay.
I could also say the same if I were a Peninsular, but not being one, if I should say one half of what you have, you yourself would take me for a filibuster." Sandoval began a speech in protest, but was interrupted. "Rejoice, friends, rejoice! Victory!" cried a youth who entered at that moment and began to embrace everybody. "Rejoice, friends! Long live the Castilian tongue!"
Mlle. de Sandoval gave Caesar a look half startled and half reproving; and he explained, smiling: "I was telling Mlle. Cadet a funny story." Mme. Dawson and her daughters soon became friends with the most distinguished persons in the hotel; only the Marchesa Sciacca, the Maltese, avoided them as if they inspired her with profound contempt.
"But, the cancan?" asked Makaraig. "They're talking about the most suitable place to dance it," gravely responded Sandoval. "They look like the Chinamen of the pansiteria," repeated Pecson in disgust. A lady accompanied by her husband entered at that moment and took her place in one of the two vacant boxes.
Sandoval seemed to be cut short in his triumph, but with the vivacity peculiar to his race and his oratorical temperament he had an immediate reply. "Afterwards?" he asked.
He was looking only for the prurient, the indecent, the immoral in actions and dress, and with his scanty French was sharpening his ears to catch the obscenities that the austere guardians of the fatherland had foretold. Sandoval, pretending to know French, had converted himself into a kind of interpreter for his friends.
I had expected that they were from Eulalie Sandoval. But they were signed by a name that we had not heard Teresa de Leon! Hastily Kennedy read through the open letter. Its tone seemed to be that of a threat. One sentence I recall was, "I would follow you anywhere I'll make you want me." One after another Kennedy ran through them.
In the words of Sandoval, "they were not used to such tyranny and cruel usage." In consequence they concerted among themselves and one dark night sailed off, leaving Kheyr-ed-Din to continue his voyage with his original following. That warrior, nothing disconcerted, pursued his way to the island of Zante, where he fell in with a Turkish "flota," under the command of the Bashas Zay and Himeral.
"Now to find the sheriff and have him serve it." They located Don Nicolás Sandoval at the post-office, one leg cocked over the pommel of his saddle, and the El Toro Sentinel spread on his knee. "Father's old business with the Basque, Don Nicolás," Farrel informed him. "He has money deposited in his own name in the First National Bank of El Toro."
But he fired at them point blank, although his bullet missed, and a shot from one of the Texans slew him. The next moment they were thundering at the door of the house, in which were Sandoval and the larger part of his garrison. The door held fast, and shots were fired at them from the windows. Some of the Texans ran to the neighboring houses, obtained axes and smashed in the door.
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