woollen suit, but I’m no sheep. Go and burn a candle to your majari , she deserves it well. Come, good-by once more. Don’t think any more about La Carmencita , or she’ll end by making you marry a widow with wooden legs.‘ **
* Me dicas vriarda de jorpoy, bus ne sino braco.—A gipsy
proverb.
** The Saint, the Holy Virgin.
*** The gallows, which is the widow of the last man hanged
upon it.
“As she spoke, she drew back the bar that closed the door, and once we were out in the street she wrapped her mantilla about her, and turned on her heel.
“She spoke the truth. I should have done far better never to think of her again. But after that day in the Calle del Candilejo I couldn’t think of anything else. All day long I used to walk about, hoping I might meet her. I sought news of her from the old hag, and from the fried-fish seller. They both told me she had gone away to Laloro, which is their