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Chapter 8

           “Butifyouloveherasmuchasthat,youmustgiveyourPaquitaagold-mountedrosaryofbeadsfortheneckofherMadonna.”

           “No,”saidNostromo,lookingintoheruplifted,beggingeyes,whichsuddenlyturnedstonywithsurprise.

           “No?Thenwhatelsewillyourworshipgivemeonthedayofthefiesta?”sheasked,angrily;“soasnottoshamemebeforeallthesepeople.”

           “Thereisnoshamefortheeingettingnothingfromthyloverforonce.”

           “True!Theshameisyourworship’smypoorlover’s,”sheflaredup,sarcastically.

           Laughswereheardatheranger,atherretort.Whatanaudaciousspitfireshewas!Thepeopleawareofthisscenewerecallingouturgentlytoothersinthecrowd.Thecircleroundthesilver-greymarenarrowedslowly.

           Thegirlwentoffapaceortwo,confrontingthemockingcuriosityoftheeyes,thenflungbacktothestirrup,tiptoeing,herenragedfaceturneduptoNostromowithapairofblazingeyes.Hebentlowtoherinthesaddle.

           “Juan,”shehissed,“Icouldstabtheetotheheart!”

           ThedreadedCapatazdeCargadores,magnificentandcarelesslypublicinhisamours,flunghisarmroundherneckandkissedhersplutteringlips.Amurmurwentround.

           “Aknife!”hedemandedatlarge,holdingherfirmlybytheshoulder.

           Twentybladesflashedouttogetherinthecircle.

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