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o travel.
Were I your age murmured Padre Ignazio, it might be so.
The evening had now ripened to the long after-glow of sunset. The sea
was the purple of grapesand wine colored hues flowed among the high
shoulders of the mountains.
I have seen a sight like this said Gaston, bet[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]n Granada and
Malaga.
So you know Spain [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!
said the padre.
Often he had thought of this resemblancebut never heard it told to
him before. The courtly proprietor of San Fernandoand the other
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patriarchal rancheros with whom he occasionally exchanged visits across
the wildernessknew hospitality and inherited gentle mannerssending
to Europe for silks and laces to give their daughters; but their eyes had not
looked upon Granadaand their ears had never listened to "William Tell."
It is quite singular pursued Gaston [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], how one nook in the world will
suddenly remind you of another nook that may be thousands of miles
away. One morningbehind the Quai Voltairean old yellow house with
rusty balconies made me almost homesick for New Orleans.
The Quai Voltaire [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!
said the padre.
I heard Rachel in 'Valerie' that night the young man went on. Did
you know that she could sing