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We
'll
have
lunch
at
the
Amarilla
Club
--
though
I
belong
also
to
the
Anglo-American
--
mining
engineers
and
business
men
,
do
n't
you
know
--
and
to
the
Mirliflores
as
well
,
a
new
club
--
English
,
French
,
Italians
,
all
sorts
--
lively
young
fellows
mostly
,
who
wanted
to
pay
a
compliment
to
an
old
resident
,
sir
.
But
we
'll
lunch
at
the
Amarilla
.
Interest
you
,
I
fancy
.
Real
thing
of
the
country
.
Men
of
the
first
families
.
The
President
of
the
Occidental
Republic
himself
belongs
to
it
,
sir
.
Fine
old
bishop
with
a
broken
nose
in
the
patio
.
Remarkable
piece
of
statuary
,
I
believe
.
Cavaliere
Parrochetti
--
you
know
Parrochetti
,
the
famous
Italian
sculptor
--
was
working
here
for
two
years
--
thought
very
highly
of
our
old
bishop
...
There
!
I
am
very
much
at
your
service
now
.
"
Proud
of
his
experience
,
penetrated
by
the
sense
of
historical
importance
of
men
,
events
,
and
buildings
,
he
talked
pompously
in
jerky
periods
,
with
slight
sweeps
of
his
short
,
thick
arm
,
letting
nothing
"
escape
the
attention
"
of
his
privileged
captive
.
"
Lot
of
building
going
on
,
as
you
observe
.
Before
the
Separation
it
was
a
plain
of
burnt
grass
smothered
in
clouds
of
dust
,
with
an
ox-cart
track
to
our
Jetty
.
Nothing
more
.
This
is
the
Harbour
Gate
.
Picturesque
,
is
it
not
?
Formerly
the
town
stopped
short
there
.
We
enter
now
the
Calle
de
la
Constitucion
.
Observe
the
old
Spanish
houses
.
Great
dignity
.
Eh
?
I
suppose
it
's
just
as
it
was
in
the
time
of
the
Viceroys
,
except
for
the
pavement
.
Wood
blocks
now
.
Sulaco
National
Bank
there
,
with
the
sentry
boxes
each
side
of
the
gate
.
Casa
Avellanos
this
side
,
with
all
the
ground-floor
windows
shuttered
.
A
wonderful
woman
lives
there
--
Miss
Avellanos
--
the
beautiful
Antonia
.
A
character
,
sir
!
A
historical
woman
!
Opposite
--
Casa
Gould
.
Noble
gateway
.
Yes
,
the
Goulds
of
the
original
Gould
Concession
,
that
all
the
world
knows
of
now
.
I
hold
seventeen
of
the
thousand-dollar
shares
in
the
Consolidated
San
Tome
mines
.
All
the
poor
savings
of
my
lifetime
,
sir
,
and
it
will
be
enough
to
keep
me
in
comfort
to
the
end
of
my
days
at
home
when
I
retire
.
I
got
in
on
the
ground-floor
,
you
see
.
Don
Carlos
,
great
friend
of
mine
.
Seventeen
shares
--
quite
a
little
fortune
to
leave
behind
one
,
too
.
I
have
a
niece
--
married
a
parson
--
most
worthy
man
,
incumbent
of
a
small
parish
in
Sussex
;
no
end
of
children
.
I
was
never
married
myself
.
A
sailor
should
exercise
self-denial
.
Standing
under
that
very
gateway
,
sir
,
with
some
young
engineer-fellows
,
ready
to
defend
that
house
where
we
had
received
so
much
kindness
and
hospitality
,
I
saw
the
first
and
last
charge
of
Pedrito
's
horsemen
upon
Barrios
's
troops
,
who
had
just
taken
the
Harbour
Gate
.
They
could
not
stand
the
new
rifles
brought
out
by
that
poor
Decoud
.
It
was
a
murderous
fire
.
In
a
moment
the
street
became
blocked
with
a
mass
of
dead
men
and
horses
.
They
never
came
on
again
.
"
And
all
day
Captain
Mitchell
would
talk
like
this
to
his
more
or
less
willing
victim
--
"
The
Plaza
.
I
call
it
magnificent
.
Twice
the
area
of
Trafalgar
Square
.
"
From
the
very
centre
,
in
the
blazing
sunshine
,
he
pointed
out
the
buildings
--
"
The
Intendencia
,
now
President
's
Palace
--
Cabildo
,
where
the
Lower
Chamber
of
Parliament
sits
.
You
notice
the
new
houses
on
that
side
of
the
Plaza
?
Compania
Anzani
,
a
great
general
store
,
like
those
cooperative
things
at
home
.
Old
Anzani
was
murdered
by
the
National
Guards
in
front
of
his
safe
.
It
was
even
for
that
specific
crime
that
the
deputy
Gamacho
,
commanding
the
Nationals
,
a
bloodthirsty
and
savage
brute
,
was
executed
publicly
by
garrotte
upon
the
sentence
of
a
court-martial
ordered
by
Barrios
.
Anzani
's
nephews
converted
the
business
into
a
company
.
All
that
side
of
the
Plaza
had
been
burnt
;
used
to
be
colonnaded
before
.
A
terrible
fire
,
by
the
light
of
which
I
saw
the
last
of
the
fighting
,
the
llaneros
flying
,
the
Nationals
throwing
their
arms
down
,
and
the
miners
of
San
Tome
,
all
Indians
from
the
Sierra
,
rolling
by
like
a
torrent
to
the
sound
of
pipes
and
cymbals
,
green
flags
flying
,
a
wild
mass
of
men
in
white
ponchos
and
green
hats
,
on
foot
,
on
mules
,
on
donkeys
.
Such
a
sight
,
sir
,
will
never
be
seen
again
.
The
miners
,
sir
,
had
marched
upon
the
town
,
Don
Pepe
leading
on
his
black
horse
,
and
their
very
wives
in
the
rear
on
burros
,
screaming
encouragement
,
sir
,
and
beating
tambourines
.
I
remember
one
of
these
women
had
a
green
parrot
seated
on
her
shoulder
,
as
calm
as
a
bird
of
stone
.
They
had
just
saved
their
Senor
Administrador
;
for
Barrios
,
though
he
ordered
the
assault
at
once
,
at
night
,
too
,
would
have
been
too
late
.
Pedrito
Montero
had
Don
Carlos
led
out
to
be
shot
--
like
his
uncle
many
years
ago
--
and
then
,
as
Barrios
said
afterwards
,
'
Sulaco
would
not
have
been
worth
fighting
for
.
'
Sulaco
without
the
Concession
was
nothing
;
and
there
were
tons
and
tons
of
dynamite
distributed
all
over
the
mountain
with
detonators
arranged
,
and
an
old
priest
,
Father
Roman
,
standing
by
to
annihilate
the
San
Tome
mine
at
the
first
news
of
failure
.
Don
Carlos
had
made
up
his
mind
not
to
leave
it
behind
,
and
he
had
the
right
men
to
see
to
it
,
too
.
"
