exclaimed Don Roque. “The poor creature is little more than bones.”
I was not able to restrain my anger at seeing such shining evidence of the repugnant meanness and hard-heartedness of Candiola. So I went up to him, and snatched the chicken from his hands, saying violently—
“This chicken is stolen! Come, you miserable miser, one would sell one’s own cheaper! This was sold for five duros yesterday in the market. Five duros you may have, you coward, you thief, not a fraction more!”
Candiola began to howl for his chicken, and was on the point of getting a good thrashing, when Don José de Montoria intervened, saying—
“Let him have what he wishes. Give Señor Candiola the doubloon that he charges for this fowl.” He gave him the extortionate amount, which Candiola was not slow to accept; and then our friend went on thus—