replied one of the neighbors.
“There will be talk enough, woman, if it is true,” replied the first speaker.
“Well, what do you want me to say? I feel it for one.”
“I feel it for two,” added a third, laughing.
“That is what I feel most,” continued the kinswoman. “It is reported already that Juan Garcia is going to marry with the rag of a widow.”
Woman! will you hold your tongue?”
“No; and I say more: I say that I don’t doubt it; for the wretch has him down, and holds him from beneath, so that she can put him to the torture with “thou must swallow this, or I will lay on thee with that.’”
“True enough,” observed the other, “she has made a fool of him with drink; and, not satisfied with giving him wine, which is natural
and the legitimate child of the soil, she poisons him with bad brandy.”
“The kite will get everything away from him by degrees, till she leaves him stuck, like a star lizard, to the bare wall,” added another; “for she is more covetous than greediness, that ‘walks one hand along the ground, and the other in the sky, and, with its mouth wide open, that nothing may go by.’”