her.Put up
your
weapons;there
is no
trouble
here."The
Marana
pulled the
Italian to
the side
of her
daughter's
bed and
said to
him,in a
low
voice,--"If
I spare
you,give
thanks for
the rest
of your
life;but,remember
this,if
your
tongue
ever
injures my
daughter
you will
see me
again.
Go!--How
much
'dot'do
you give
her?"she
continued,going
up to
Perez.
"She has
two
hundred
thousand
gold
piastres,"replied
the
Spaniard.
"And that
is not
