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Oiiien sale ! probably he dances wxth fandango.^'' 



"According to my view," said one of the men on the 

 second horse, " he is engaged in another affair. I saw him 

 watching a horse-dealer as he put up the price of a very 

 pretty chestnut mare — sixty-three dollars, and not dear 

 either : I think Master Perrico has an eye to the gentle- 

 man's purse." 



"Hush ! these strangers may overhear you." 



" By no means, you hear their tongue is not the same as 

 ours. Gentlemen," he continued, addressing us, " is it 

 long that you travel in Spain ? " 



" Three months, and my companion three weeks." 



" Indeed, so little, and already you speak a few words of 

 the Castillian. What may be the business on which your 

 worships travel ? " 



" We are portrait-painters, very much at your service," 

 replied Harry. 



"At what price do you work ? " said a man on the white 

 horse, which was a little ahead. 



" From three reals to six, according to the size ; and if 

 the work of art does not give satisfaction to the sitter, he 

 can leave it, and pay nothing." 



" Carajo ! that is an exceedingly honourable way of deal- 

 ing ; and if these gentlemen do not leave Utrera very early 

 to-morrow, I will have my picture, and give it to my wife, 

 carajo ! " 



" We are entirely at the disposition of your worship, for 

 that which your worship may please to command." 



In such discourse we began to see distant twinkling 

 lights, and to hear the chiming bells {ias animas\ which 

 were ringing for the departed souls of Utrera, — for that was 

 the place on which we had stumbled in the dark on our 

 south-east passage. As we rode up the long straggling 



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