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Updated: June 5, 2025
Whatever might have been the excited condition of his unknown visitor, the Senor's round, clean-shaven face was smiling and undisturbed by emotion. As his eye fell on the page of manuscript Hurlstone had just cast down, a slight shadow crossed his beneficent expanse of forehead, and deepened in his soft dark eyes; but the next moment it was chased away by his quick recurring smile.
If I am well, perfectly well by the end of the month, I will give you a cheque for fifty pounds in addition to my bills, just to show my good-will." Now £50 is much to a Mexican, and over this man's face spread a look as of one who has a glimpse of Paradise. He looked down immediately, however, and said deprecatingly: "How can I influence the Señor's getting well?
"Flower of the Almond? A pretty name." Encouraged by the señor's approbation, the youth continued talking. The "Flower of the Almond" was Margalida, the daughter of señor Pèp of Can Mallorquí.
"Make ready, Tomas," I whispered. "Ready for what?" he grumbled. "Where shall your worship run from these swine?" "We must follow them," I answered. "The madness of the senor's countrymen descends upon him," he whispered with sardonic politeness. "Wherefore follow?" "To find the English ship," I answered swiftly. This, from the moment we had heard Manuel's guitar, had been my idea.
Miss Keene, who dreaded the reappearance of this poetical phantom that seemed to haunt the Senor's fancy, could not, however, forget that she had been touched on that occasion by a kindly moisture of eye and tremulousness of voice in the reader; and, in spite of the hopeless bathos of the composition, she had forgiven him.
Cateras seemed to have regained his good humour, although the red welt across his face stood forth ugly in the flare. His thin lips smiled, and he bowed hat in hand, hatefully polite. "Go ahead with the light, Silva; not too fast, my man; the room beyond the señor's. Now, Merodez, release the girl." "Ah, so you can stand alone, señorita; that is well.
"You're right it ain't," replied the captain with emphasis; "I made the contract to carry the shooting irons and we are loaded ready to sail, but the Señor's got a gal." The lawyer looked keenly at his client. "It's a case of kidnaping, then," remarked the lawyer with as much unconcern as if referring to an attack of measles. "Yer have the right idea, Mr.
Why neglect our royal summons?" continued the King, hurrying question after question with such an utter disregard of his usual calm, imperturbable cautiousness, that it betrayed far more than words how much he dreaded the Senor's reply. "Speak, man; what has detained him?"
For hunting he preferred the blouse and the velveteen trousers of the peasants. Fishing accustomed him to wearing hempen sandals for climbing rocks and for walking along the beach. A hat like that worn by the youths of the parish of San José covered his head. Pèp's daughter, who was familiar with the island customs, admired the señor's hat with a kind of gratitude.
"I'd give something to understand all that, Mas'r Harry," whispered Tom. "He says that if the senor's enemies and the searchers for the sacred treasure are in this direction, the great spirit who dwells in this part of the cave has flown with them down into the great hole that reaches right through the world." "Uncle!" I exclaimed, as he whispered these words close to our ears.
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