"Not another word!"
Don Bernardo immediately grasped the rings, energetically raised his feet, and began to do "the siren."
Miguel left the library, convinced that if his uncle was not already crazy, he was in a fair way to go to the mad-ouse.
XI.
"Fellow citizens: the cry of liberty raised in Cadiz re-echoes all over the peninsula. Citizens, be proud! be proud of the name of liberals! The sun of liberty has at last pierced through the fogs of tyranny which have dimmed it for so many centuries, and it shines more gloriously bright than ever before, ready to blot out the miserable traces of a deadly and spurious brood...."
These and other similar metaphors the hirsute Marroquín was shouting from one of the balconies of the editorial office of La Independencia. He was surrounded by about half a dozen red banners, and his face was distorted by emotion, and his hands were tremulous. At his side could be seen some of his comrades, all rather pale, though not as pale as he. Now and then the orator turned to them as though demanding their concurrence, and this was for the most part generously granted, all murmuring, in a low voice, at the end of each period. bravo! bravo! and other exclamations which imparted a new and powerful inspiration to the professor for continuing his harangue to the masses.
The masses, packed together in the Calle del Lobo, were listening with open mouths, and with their shouts and acclamations were likewise filling him with new spirit.
When at last all his astronomical metaphors were exhausted, and he had nothing more to say, he gathered all his forces and screamed in a stentorian voice:—
"Citizens! Long live liberty!"
"Vivaaaaa!"