[86875] in Discussion of MIT-community interests
Shadowhawk X800 LED Flashlight Coupon
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Kevin Cameron)
Mon Aug 15 14:44:45 2016
Date: Mon, 15 Aug 2016 14:38:36 -0400
From: "Kevin Cameron" <kevin-cameron@mayotteboutique.com>
To: <mit-talk-mtg@charon.mit.edu>
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Farewell, senor. May God reward you for the service I owe you! I am not qui=
te so wicked as you think me. Yes, I still have something in me that an hon=
est man may pity. Farewell, senor! I have only one regret--that I can not p=
ay my debt to you!" "As a reward for the service I have done you,=
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re some cigars for your journey. Good luck to you." And I held out my =
hand to him. He squeezed it, without a word, took up his wallet and blunder=
buss, and after saying a few words to the old woman in a lingo that I could=
not understand, he ran out to the shed. A few minutes later, I heard him g=
alloping out into the country. As for me, I lay down again on my bench, but=
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ight to save a robber, and possibly a murderer, from the gallows, simply an=
d solely because I had eaten ham and rice in his company. Had I not betraye=
d my guide, who was supporting the cause of law and order? Had I not expose=
d him to a ruffian's vengeance? But then, what about the laws of hospitalit=
y? "A mere savage prejudice," said I to myself. "I shall hav=
e to answer for all the crimes this brigand may commit in future." Yet=
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rejudice? It may be I could not have escaped from the delicate position in =
which I found myself without remorse of some kind. I was still tossed to an=
d fro, in the greatest uncertainty as to the morality of my behaviour, when=
I saw half a dozen horsemen ride up, with Antonio prudently lagging behind=
them. I went to meet them, and told them the brigand had fled over two hou=
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night. I, for my part, was made to ride to a place some leagues away, where=
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was sulky with me; suspecting it was I who had prevented his earning those=
two hundred ducats. Nevertheless, we parted good friends at Cordova, where=
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HAPTER II I spent several days at Cordova. I had been told of a certain man=
uscript in the library of the Dominican convent which was likely to furnish=
me with very interesting details about the ancient Munda. The good fathers=
gave me the most kindly welcome. I spent the daylight hours within their c=
onvent, and at night I walked about the town. At Cordova a great many idler=
s collect, toward sunset, in the quay that runs along the right bank of the=
Guadalquivir. Promenaders on the spot have to breathe the odour of a tan y=
ard which still keeps up the ancient fame of the country in connection with=
the curing of leather. But to atone for this, they enjoy a sight which has=
a charm of its own. A few minutes before the Angelus bell rings, a great c=
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rs, straining their eyes, and seeing very little. Yet the white uncertain o=
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risk of ending like Acteon. I have been told that one day a party of good-f=
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t the cathedral to ring the Angelus some twenty minutes before the proper h=
our. Though it was still broad daylight, the nymphs of the Guadalquivir nev=
er hesitated, and putting far more trust in the Angelus bell than in the su=
n, they proceeded to their bathing toilette--always of the simplest-- with =
an easy conscience. I was not present on that occasion. In my day, the bell=
-ringer was incorruptible, the twilight was very dim, and nobody but a cat =
could have distinguished the difference between the oldest orange woman, an=
d the prettiest shop-girl, in Cordova. One evening, after it had grown quit=
e dusk, I was leaning over the parapet of the quay, smoking, when a woman c=
ame up the steps leading from the river, and sat down near me. In her hair =
she wore a great bunch of jasmine--a flower which, at night, exhales a most=
intoxicating perfume. She was dressed simply, almost poorly, in black, as =
most work-girls are dressed in the evening. Women of the richer class only =
wear black in the daytime, at night they dress /a la francesa/. When she dr=
ew near me, the woman let the mantilla which had covered her head drop on h=
er shoulders, and "by the dim light falling from the stars" I per=
ceived her to be young, short in stature, well- proportioned, and with very=
large eyes. I threw my cigar away at once. She appreciated this mark of co=
urtesy, essentially French, and hastened to inform me that she was very fon=
d of the smell of tobacco, and that she even smoked herself, when she could=
get very mild /papelitos/. I fortunately happened to have some such in my =
case, and at once offered them to her. She condescended to take one, and li=
ghted it at a burning string which a child brought us, receiving a copper f=
or its pains. We mingled our smoke, and talked so long, the fair lady and I=
, that we ended by being almost alone on the quay. I thought I might ventur=
e, without impropriety, to suggest our going to eat an ice at the /neveria/=
* After a moment of modest demur, she agreed. But before finally accepting=
, she desired to know what o'clock it was. I struck my repeater, and this s=
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