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she knew Navarro； but said that living alone； as she did； she would never
have dared to risk her life by informing against him。 She added that when
he came to her house； he habitually went away in the middle of the night。 I；
for my part； was made to ride to a place some leagues away； where I
showed my passport； and signed a declaration before the /Alcalde/。 This
done； I was allowed to recommence my archaeological investigations。
Antonio was sulky with me； suspecting it was I who had prevented his
earning those two hundred ducats。 Nevertheless； we parted good friends at
Cordova； where I gave him as large a gratuity as the state of my finances
would permit。
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CHAPTER II
I spent several days at Cordova。 I had been told of a certain manuscript
in the library of the Dominican convent which was likely to furnish me
with very interesting details about the ancient Munda。 The good fathers
gave me the most kindly welcome。 I spent the daylight hours within their
convent； and at night I walked about the town。 At Cordova a great many
idlers collect； toward sunset； in the quay that runs along the right bank of
the Guadalquivir。 Promenaders on the spot have to breathe the odour of a
tan yard which still keeps up the ancient fame of the country in connection
with the curing of leather。 But to atone for this； they enjoy a sight which
has a charm of its own。 A few minutes before the Angelus bell rings； a
great company of women gathers beside the river； just below the quay；
which is rather a high one。 Not a man would dare to join its ranks。 The
moment the Angelus rings； darkness is supposed to have fallen。 As the last
stroke sounds； all the women disrobe and step into the water。 Then there is
laughing and screaming and a wonderful clatter。 The men on the upper
quay watch the bathers； straining their eyes； and seeing very little。 Yet the
white uncertain outlines perceptible against the dark…blue waters of the
stream stir the poetic mind； and the possessor of a little fancy finds it not
difficult to imagine that Diana and her nymphs are bathing below； while he
himself runs no risk of ending like Acteon。
I have been told that one day a party of good…for…nothing fellows
banded themselves together； and bribed the bell…ringer at the cathedral to
ring the Angelus some twenty minutes before the proper hour。 Though it
was still broad daylight； the nymphs of the Guadalquivir never hesitated；
and putting far more trust in the Angelus bell than in the sun； they
proceeded to their bathing toilettealways of the simplest with an easy
conscience。 I was not present on that occasion。 In my day； the bell…ringer
was incorruptible； the twilight was very dim； and nobody but a cat could
have distinguished the difference between the oldest orange woman； and
the prettiest shop…girl； in Cordova。
One evening； after it had grown quite dusk； I was leaning over the
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parapet of the quay； smoking； when a woman came up the steps leading
from the river； and sat down near me。 In her hair she wore a great bunch of
jasminea flower which； at night； exhales a most intoxicating perfume。
She was dressed simply； almost poorly； in black； as most work…girls are
dressed in the evening。 Women of the richer class only wear black in the
daytime； at night they dress /a la francesa/。 When she drew near me； the
woman let the mantilla which had covered her head drop on her shoulders；
and 〃by the dim light falling from the stars〃 I perceived her to be young；
short in stature； well… proportioned； and with very large eyes。 I threw my
cigar away at once。 She appreciated this mark of courtesy； essentially
French； and hastened to inform me that she was very fond of the smell of
tobacco； and that she even smoked herself； when she could get very mild
/papelitos/。 I fortunately happened to have some such in my case； and at
once offered them to her。 She condescended to take one； and lighted it at a
burning string which a child brought us； receiving a copper for its pains。
We mingled our smoke； and talked so long； the fair lady and I； that we
ended by being almost alone on the quay。 I thought I might venture；
without impropriety； to suggest our going to eat an ice at the /neveria/。*
After a moment of modest demur； she agreed。 But before finally accepting；
she desired to know what o'clock it was。 I struck my repeater； and this
seemed to astound her greatly。
* A /caf*/ to which a depot of ice； or rather of snow； is attached。
There is hardly a village in Spain without its /neveria/。
〃What clever inventions you foreigners do have！ What country do you
belong to； sir？ You're an Englishman； no doubt！〃*
* Every traveller in Spain who does not carry about samples of
calicoes and silks is taken for an Englishman （/inglesito/）。 It is the
same thing in the East。
〃I'm a Frenchman； and your devoted servant。 And you； senora； or
senorita； you probably belong to Cordova？〃
〃No。〃
〃At all events； you are an Andalusian？ Your soft way of speaking
makes me think so。〃
〃If you notice people's accent so closely； you must be able to guess
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what I am。〃
〃I think you are from the country of Jesus； two paces out of Paradise。〃
I had learned the metaphor； which stands for Andalusia； from my
friend Francisco Sevilla； a well…known /picador/。
〃Pshaw！ The people here say there is no place in Paradise for us！〃
〃Then perhaps you are of Moorish bloodor〃 I stopped； not
venturing to add 〃a Jewess。〃
〃Oh come！ You must see I'm a gipsy！ Wouldn't you like me to tell you
/la baji/？* Did you never hear tell of Carmencita？ That's who I am！〃
* Your fortune。
I was such a miscreant in those daysnow fifteen years agothat the
close proximity of a sorceress did not make me recoil in horror。 〃So be it！〃
I thought。 〃Last week I ate my supper with a highway robber。 To…day I'll
go and eat ices with a servant of the devil。 A traveller should see
everything。〃 I had yet another motive for prosecuting her acquaintance。
When I left collegeI acknowledge it with shameI had wasted a certain
amount of time in studying occult science； and had even attempted； more
than once； to exorcise the powers of darkness。 Though I had been cured；
long since； of my passion for such investigations； I still felt a certain
attraction and curiosity with regard to all superstitions； and I was delighted
to have this opportunity of discovering how far the magic art had
developed among the gipsies。
Talking as we went； we had reached the /neveria/； and seated ourselves
at a little table； lighted by a taper protected by a glass globe。 I then had
time to take a leisurely view of my /gitana/； while several worthy
individuals； who were eating their ices； stared open…mouthed at beholding
me in such gay company。
I very much doubt whether Senorita Carmen was a pure…blooded gipsy。
At all events； she was infinitely prettier than any other woman of her race
I have ever seen。 For a women to be beautiful； they say in Spain； she must
fulfil thirty /ifs/； or； if it please you better； you must be able to define her
appearance by ten adjectives； applicable to three portions of her person。
For instance； three things about her must be black； her eyes； her
eyelashes； and her eyebrows。 Three must be dainty； her fingers； her lips；
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her hair； and so forth。 For the rest of this inventory； see Brantome。 My
gipsy girl could lay no claim to so many perfections。 Her skin； though
perfectly smooth； was almost of a copper hue。 Her eyes were set oblique