“What, then, is the difference between me, Manuel-del-Popolo Isturiz, and this
Tomas Castro? The Seņor Caballero can tell at once. Look at me. I am the finer
man. I would have you ask the ladies of Rio Medio, and leave the verdict to them.
Has not the Seņor Juez O'Brien so ordained 2 You will give ear to me, you will
alleviate my indignant sufferings?” He implored me with his eyes for a long tline.
Manuel-del-Popolo, as he called himself, pushed the hair back from his forehead.
... and had an air of having finished a laborious undertaking. “We have arranged
the confusion up above,” he said to Manueldel-Popolo; “you may go and see to
the sailing. . . . Hurry; it is growing late.” Manuel blazed silently, and stalked out of
“That Manuel is a fool,” he said without rancor; “he is mad with jealousy because
for this day I have command here. But, all the same, they are dangerous pigs,
these slaves of the Seņor O'Brien. I wish the town were rid of them. One day there
... village accepted tacitly the leadership of a certain Domingo, a mulatto, keeper
of a vile grogshop, who was skilled in the art of throwing a knife to a great
distance. Manuel-del-Popolo, the extraordinary improvisador with the guitar, ...
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