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〃　'Why；　he's　kept　the　money！'　she　exclaimed；　bursting　out　laughing。　'But；　after　all；　that's　all　the　betterfor　I'm　decidedly　hard　up！　What　matter！　The　dog　that　runs　never　starves！*　Come；　let's　spend　it　all！　You　shall　treat。'

*　　　/Chuquel　sos　pirela；　cocal　terela。　〃The　dog　that　runs　finds　a　　　　　bone。〃Gipsy　proverb。

〃We　had　turned　back　toward　Seville。　At　the　entrance　of　the　/Calle　de　la　Serpiente/　she　bought　a　dozen　oranges；　which　she　made　me　put　into　my　handkerchief。　A　little　farther　on　she　bought　a　roll；　a　sausage；　and　a　bottle　of　manzanilla。　Then；　last　of　all；　she　turned　into　a　confectioner's　shop。　There　she　threw　the　gold　coin　I　had　returned　to　her　on　the　counter；　with　another　she　had　in　her　pocket；　and　some　small　silver；　and　then　she　asked　me　for　all　the　money　I　had。　All　I　possessed　was　one　peseta　and　a　few　cuartos；　which　I　handed　over　to　her；　very　much　ashamed　of　not　having　more。　I　thought　she　would　have　carried　away　the　whole　shop。　She　took　everything　that　was　best　and　dearest；　/yemas/；*　/turon/；**　preserved　fruitsas　long　as　the　money　lasted。　And　all　these；　too；　I　had　to　carry　in　paper　bags。　Perhaps　you　know　the　/Calle　del　Candilejo/；　where　there　is　a　head　of　Don　Pedro　the　Avenger。***　That　head　ought　to　have　given　me　pause。　We　stopped　at　an　old　house　in　that　street。　She　passed　into　the　entry；　and　knocked　at　a　door　on　the　ground　floor。　It　was　opened　by　a　gipsy；　a　thorough…paced　servant　of　the　devil。　Carmen　said　a　few　words　to　her　in　Romany。　At　first　the　old　hag　grumbled。　To　smooth　her　down　Carmen　gave　her　a　couple　of　oranges　and　a　handful　of　sugar…plums；　and　let　her　have　a　taste　of　wine。　Then　she　hung　her　cloak　on　her　back；　and　led　her　to　the　door；　which　she　fastened　with　a　wooden　bar。　As　soon　as　we　were　alone　she　began　to　laugh　and　caper　like　a　lunatic；　singing　out；　'You　are　my　/rom/；　I'm　your　/romi/。'****

*　　　Sugared　yolks　of　eggs。

**　　A　sort　of　nougat。

***　This　king；　Don　Pedro；　whom　we　call　〃the　Cruel；〃　and　whom　Queen　　　　　Isabella；　the　Catholic；　never　called　anything　but　〃the　Avenger；〃　　　　　was　fond　of　walking　about　the　streets　of　Seville　at　night　in　　　　　search　of　adventures；　like　the　Caliph　Haroun　al　Raschid。　One　　　　　night；　in　a　lonely　street；　he　quarrelled　with　a　man　who　was　　　　　singing　a　serenade。　There　was　a　fight；　and　the　king　killed　the　　　　　amorous　/caballero/。　At　the　clashing　of　their　swords；　an　old　woman　　　　　put　her　head　out　of　the　window　and　lighted　up　the　scene　with　a　　　　　tiny　lamp　（candilejo）　which　she　held　in　her　hand。　My　readers　must　　　　　be　informed　that　King　Don　Pedro；　though　nimble　and　muscular；　　　　　suffered　from　one　strange　fault　in　his　physical　conformation。　　　　　Whenever　he　walked　his　knees　cracked　loudly。　By　this　cracking　the　　　　　old　woman　easily　recognised　him。　The　next　day　the　/veintiquatro/　　　　　in　charge　came　to　make　his　report　to　the　king。　〃Sir；　a　duel　was　　　　　fought　last　night　in　such　a　streetone　of　the　combatants　is　　　　　dead。〃　〃Have　you　found　the　murderer？〃　〃Yes；　sir。〃　〃Why　has　he　not　　　　　been　punished　already？〃　〃Sir；　I　await　your　orders！〃　〃Carry　out　the　　　　　law。〃　Now　the　king　had　just　published　a　decree　that　every　duellist　　　　　was　to　have　his　head　cut　off；　and　that　head　was　to　be　set　up　on　　　　　the　scene　of　the　fight。　The　/veintiquatro/　got　out　of　the　　　　　difficulty　like　a　clever　man。　He　had　the　head　sawed　off　a　statue　　　　　of　the　king；　and　set　that　up　in　a　niche　in　the　middle　of　the　　　　　street　in　which　the　murder　had　taken　place。　The　king　and　all　the　　　　　Sevillians　thought　this　a　very　good　joke。　The　street　took　its　name　　　　　from　the　lamp　held　by　the　old　woman；　the　only　witness　of　the　　　　　incident。　The　above　is　the　popular　tradition。　Zuniga　tells　the　　　　　story　somewhat　differently。　However　that　may　be；　a　street　called　　　　　/Calle　del　Candilejo/　still　exists　in　Seville；　and　in　that　street　　　　　there　is　a　bust　which　is　said　to　be　a　portrait　of　Don　Pedro。　This　　　　　bust；　unfortunately；　is　a　modern　production。　During　the　　　　　seventeenth　century　the　old　one　had　become　very　much　defaced；　and　　　　　the　municipality　had　it　replaced　by　that　now　to　be　seen。

****　/Rom/；　husband。　/Romi/；　wife。

〃There　I　stood　in　the　middle　of　the　room；　laden　with　all　her　purchases；　and　not　knowing　where　I　was　to　put　them　down。　She　tumbled　them　all　onto　the　floor；　and　threw　her　arms　round　my　neck；　saying：

〃　'I　pay　my　debts；　I　pay　my　debts！　That's　the　law　of　the　/Cales/。'*

*　　　/Calo/；　feminine　/calli/；　plural　/cales/。　Literally　〃black；〃　the　　　　　name　the　gipsies　apply　to　themselves　in　their　own　language。

〃Ah；　sir；　that　day！　that　day！　When　I　think　of　it　I　forget　what　to…morrow　must　bring　me！〃

For　a　moment　the　bandit　held　his　peace；　then；　when　he　had　relighted　his　cigar；　he　began　afresh。

〃We　spent　the　whole　day　together；　eating；　drinking；　and　so　forth。　When　she　had　stuffed　herself　with　sugar…plums；　like　any　child　of　six　years　old；　she　thrust　them　by　handfuls　into　the　old　woman's　water…jar。　'That'll　make　sherbet　for　her；'　she　said。　She　smashed　the　/yemas/　by　throwing　them　against　the　walls。　'They'll　keep　the　flies　from　bothering　us。'　There　was　no　prank　or　wild　frolic　she　didn't　indulge　in。　I　told　her　I　should　have　liked　to　see　her　dance；　only　there　were　no　castanets　to　be　had。　Instantly　she　seized　the　old　woman's　only　earthenware　plate；　smashed　it　up；　and　there　she　was　dancing　the　/Romalis/；　and　making　the　bits　of　broken　crockery　rattle　as　well　as　if　they　had　been　ebony　and　ivory　castanets。　That　girl　was　good　company；　I　can　tell　you！　Evening　fell；　and　I　heard　the　drums　beating　tattoo。

〃　'I　must　get　back　to　quarters　for　roll…call；'　I　said。

〃　'To　quarters！'　she　answered；　with　a　look　of　scorn。　'Are　you　a　negro　slave；　to　let　yourself　be　driven　with　a　ramrod　like　that！　You　are　as　silly　as　a　canary　bird。　Your　dress　suits　your　nature。*　Pshaw！　you've　no　more　heart　than　a　chicken。'

*　　　Spanish　dragoons　wear　a　yellow　uniform。

〃I　stayed　on；　making　up　my　mind　to　the　inevitable　guard…room。　The　next　morning　the　first　suggestion　of　parting　came　from　her。

〃　'Hark　ye；　Joseito；'　she　said。　'Have　I　paid　you？　By　our　law；　I　owed　you　nothing；　because　you're　a　/payllo/。　But　you're　a　good…looking　fellow；　and　I　took　a　fancy　to　you。　Now　we're　quits。　Good…day！'

〃I　asked　her　when　I　should　see　her　again。

〃　'When　you're　less　of　a　simpleton；'　she　retorted；　with　a　laugh。　Then；　in　a　more　serious　tone；　'Do　you　know；　my　son；　I　really　believe　I　love　you　a　little；　but　that　can't　last！　The　dog　and　the　wolf　can't　agree　for　long。　Perhaps　if　you　turned　gipsy；　I　might　care　to　be　your　/romi/。　But　that's　all　nonsense；　such　things　aren't　possible。　Pshaw！　my　boy。　Believe　me；　you're　well　out　of　it。　You've　come　across　the　devilhe　isn't　always　blackand　you've　not　had　your　neck　wrung。　I　wear　a　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　name　for　Portugal。　They　probably　said　it　by　Carmen's　orders；　but　I　soon　found　out　they　were　lying。　Some　weeks　after　my　day　in　the　/Calle　del　Candilejo/　I　was　on　duty　at　one　of　the　town　gates。　A　little　way　from　the　gate　there　was　a　breach　in　the　wall。　The　masons　were　working　at　it　in　the　daytime；　and　at　night　a　sentinel　was　posted　on　it；　to　prevent　smugglers　from　getting　in。　All　through　one　day　I　saw　Lillas　Pastia　going　backward　and　forward　near　the　guard…room；　and　talking　to　some　of　my　comrades。　They　all　knew　him　well；　and　his　fried…　fish　and　fritters　even　better。　He　came　up　to　me；　and　asked　if　I　had　any　news　of　Carmen。

〃　'No；'　said　I。

〃　'Well；'　said　he；　'you'll　soon　hear　of　her；　old　fellow。'

〃He　was　not　mistaken。　That　night　I　was　posted　to　guard　the　breach　in　the　wall。　As　soon　as　the　sergeant　had　disappeared　I　saw　a　woman　coming　toward　me。　My　heart　told　me　it　was　Carmen。　Still　I　shouted：

〃　'Keep　off！　Nobody　can　pass　here！'

〃　'Now；　don't　be　spiteful；'　she　said；　making　herself　known　to　me。

〃　'What！　you　here；　Carmen？'

〃　'Yes；　/mi　payllo/。　Let　us　say　few　words；　but　wise　ones。　Would　you　like　to　earn　a　douro？　Some　people　will　be　coming　with　bundles。　Let　them　alone。'

〃　'No；'　said　I；　'I　must　not　allow　them　through。　These　are　my　orders。'

〃　'Orders！　orders！　You　didn't　think　about　orders　in　the　/Calle　del　Candilejo/！'

〃　'Ah！'　I　cried；　quite　maddened　by　the　very　thought　of　that　night。　'It　was　well　worth　while　to　forget　my　orders　for　that！　But　I　won't　have　any　smuggler's　money！'

〃　'Well；　if　you　won't　have　money；　shall　we　go　and　dine　together　at　old　Dorotea's？'

〃　'No；'　said　I；　half　choked　by　the　effort　it　cost　me。　'No；　I　can't。'

〃　'Very　good！　If　you　make　so　many　difficulties；　I　know　to　whom　I　can　go。　I'll　ask　your　officer　if　he'll　come　with　me　to　Dorotea's。　He　looks　good…natured；　and　he'll　post　a　sentry　who'll　only　see　what　he　had　better　see。　Good…bye；　canary…bird！　I　shall　have　a　good　laugh　the　day　the　order　comes　out　to　hang　you！'

〃I　was　weak　enough　to　call　her　back；　and　I　promised　to　let　the　whole　of　gipsydom　pass　in；　if　that　were　necessary；　so　that　I　secured　the　only　reward　I　longed　for。　She　instantly　swore　she　would　keep　her　word　faithfully　the　very　next　day；　and　ran　off　to　summon　her　friends；　who　were　close　by。　There　were　five　of　them；　of　whom　Pastia　was　one；　all　well　loaded　with　English　goods。　Carmen　kept　watch　for　them。　She　was　to　warn　them　with　her　castanets　the　instant　she　caught　sight　of　the　patrol。　But　there　was　no　necessity　for　that。　The　smugglers　finished　their　job　in　a　moment。

〃The　next　day　I　went　to　the　/Calle　del　Candilejo/。　Carmen　kept　me　waiting；　and　when　she　came；　she　was　in　rather　a　bad　temper。

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