The Poetical Works of Bret Harte. Complete Ed

The Poetical Works of Bret Harte. Complete Ed

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1880 edition. Excerpt: ...is it not so, my Pancha? Eh, little rogue? Come, salute me the stranger Americano. Sir, in my country we say, "Where the heart is, There live the speech." Ah! you not understand? So! Pardon an old man, --what you call " ol fogy,"--Padre Felipe! Old, Sefior, old! just so old as the Mission. You see that pear-tree? How old you think, Sefior? Fifteen year? Twenty? Ah, Sefior, just fifty Gone since I plant him! You like the wine? It is some at the Mission, Made from the grape of the year Eighteen Hundred; All the same time when the earthquake he come to San Juan Bautista. But Pancha is twelve, and she is the rose-tree; And I am the olive, and this is the garden: And Pancha we say; but her name is Francisca, Same like her mother. Eh, you knew her? No? Ah! it is a story; But I speak not, like Pachita, the English: So? If I try, you will sit here beside me, And shall not laugh, eh? When the American come to the Mission, Many arrive at the house of Francisca: One, --he was a fine man, --he buy the cattle Of Jose" Castro. ' So! he came much, and Francisca she saw him: And it was Love, --and a very dry season; And the pears bake on the tree, --and the rain come, But not Francisca j In the Mission Garden. 139 Not for one year; and one night I have walk much Under the olive-tree, when comes Francisca: Comes to me here, with her child, this Francisca, --Under the olive-tree. Sir, it was sad;.. but I speak not the English; So!... she stay here, and she wait for her hus-band: He come no more, and she sleep on the hillside; There stands Pachita. Ah! there's the Angelus. Will you not enter? Or shall you walk in the garden with Pancha? Go, little rogue--stt--attend to the stranger. Adios, Senor. PACHITA (IrisMy). So, he's been telling...show more

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  • Paperback | 36 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 82g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236944070
  • 9781236944078