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"Next moment we were round the turn and on a broad and grassy slope. And then I yelled. My men came running back to me in great alarm. It seems that at first I did nothing but shout, 'She has given the child into my hands! She has given the child into my hands! The escort thought I had gone mad." General Santierra ceased and got up from the table.
But he had not the key. The adjutant of the garrison kept the key. Those men were giving much unnecessary trouble, since they had to die at sunset in any case. Why they had not been shot at once early in the morning he could not understand. Lieutenant Santierra kept his back studiously to the window. It was at his earnest solicitations that the Commandante had delayed the execution.
Various strains contributed to their composition, and the nature of many of those I have forgotten, not having the habit of making notes either before or after the fact. I mean the fact of writing a story. The manner for the most part is that of General Santierra, and that old warrior, I note with satisfaction, is very true to himself all through.
Her embrace, senores, must have been as cold as the embrace of a statue. He tried to melt her icy heart in a stream of warm blood. Some English naval officers who visited him at that time noticed the strange character of his infatuation." At the movement of surprise and curiosity in his audience General Santierra paused for a moment. "Yes English naval officers," he repeated.
Lieutenant Santierra, little more than a boy at the time, and unused as yet to the sanguinary imbecilities of a state of war, had lingered near by, as if fascinated by the sight of these men who were to be shot presently "for an example" as the Commandante had said. The sergeant, without deigning to look at the prisoner, addressed himself to the young officer with a superior smile.
I suppose he had a share of what food there was. And it would be but little; a handful of roasted corn, perhaps a dish of beans, or a piece of bread with a few figs. To such misery were those proud and once wealthy people reduced." GENERAL SANTIERRA was right in his surmise.
She looked up suddenly, and said, "How long had he known her?" But before he could reply there was a step in the doorway, and the figure of Don José Santierra emerged from the archway.
General Santierra began his service as lieutenant in the patriot army raised and commanded by the famous San Martin, afterwards conqueror of Lima and liberator of Peru. A great battle had just been fought on the banks of the river Bio-Bio. Amongst the prisoners made upon the routed Royalist troops there was a soldier called Gaspar Ruiz.
And do you, Santierra, advise us to surrender to that rastrero? "'No! I shouted. 'But he wants his wife and child, and he can cut you off from water. "'Then she would be the first to suffer. You may tell him that. Look here this is all nonsense: we shall dash out and capture you. "'You shall not catch me alive, I said, firmly. "'Imbecile!
"I have had no difficulties with Don Jose Santierra," he said, somewhat coldly ignoring her hilarity, "but perhaps he is not inclined to be as polite to the friend of the husband as he is to the wife." "Mr. Poindexter!" said Mrs. Tucker quickly, her face becoming pale again. "I beg your pardon!" said Poindexter, flushing; "but "
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