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Updated: June 5, 2025
First of all, there was Dominique's remark about the impossibility of anyone escaping inland. During the period of my convalescence I had seen enough of the country, while wandering about in Lotta's company, to convince me that this statement might be quite true, although Lotta had never said a word to lead me to believe that she was aware that it was so.
A heavy broken breath came from the father, and he replied haltingly: "Mebbe, mebbe so." Dominique's eyes closed again. "I'll make up some," he said slowly. "And if mother's lost, bring her back again to us, for everything's going wrong." Again he paused, then went on with the prayer as it had been taught him.
"Dat's de horn ob de Angel Gabriel dat's de heabenly music ob de spears!" And so Dominique's popularity grew among the ladies of San Juan, even if among the gentlemen it did not. To tell the truth, Dominique was something of a beau. Because he played in an orchestra, he had ample opportunity to study the deportment of people who passed as fashionable.
By noon, every one is awake. The restaurants are full of breakfasters, and Dominique's, which chances to stand on the most crowded stretch of the street, on the sunny north side beloved of promenaders, is dense with officers, cigarette smoke, and characteristic national viands judiciously mingled with those of foreign lands.
The captain notices that Dominique's hands are black with powder, and finding that, though a foreigner, he has been fighting for the French in defiance of the rules of war, orders him to be shot.
"No, no this!" the priest said, and laid his iron crucifix against the other's lips. Dominique's voice came clearly through the room: "Mother, I saw the white swan fly away through the door when you came in." "My dear, my dear," she said, "there was no white swan." But she clasped the boy to her breast protectingly, and whispered an ave. "Peace be to this house," said the voice of the priest.
"No, no this!" the priest said, and laid his iron crucifix against the other's lips. Dominique's voice came clearly through the room: "Mother, I saw the white swan fly away through the door when you came in." "My dear, my dear," she said, "there was no white swan." But she clasped the boy to her breast protectingly, and whispered an ave. "Peace be to this house," said the voice of the priest.
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