The Splendid Idle Forties - Stories of Old California by Gertrude Franklin Horn Atherton
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ahead of me. He is going to serenade her."
The caballero seated himself uncomfortably on the tiles that roofed the wall, removed his sombrero, and Russell recognized Fernando Altimira. A moment later the sweet thin chords of the guitar quivered in the quiet air, and a tenor, so fine that even Russell stood entranced, sang to Benicia one of the old songs of Monterey:-- EL SUSPIRO Una mirada un suspiro, Una lagrima querida, Es balsamo à la herida Que abriste en mi corazón. Por esa lagrima cara Objeto de mi termina, Yo te amé bella criatura Desde que te vi llorar. Te acuerdas de aquella noche En que triste y abatida Una lagrima querida Vi de tus ojos brotar. Although Russell was at the base of the high wall he saw that a light flashed. The light was followed by the clapping of little hands. "Jove!" he thought, "am I really jealous? But damn that Californian!" Altimira sang two more songs and was rewarded by the same |
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