human
Elvira, I warn you that this bird wants to fly; fasten the cage well . . . He is beside himself to go and fight these _gabachos_ [Footnote 86] who are trying to pass through here like Pedro through his house.
gpt
For they say, added Ventura,
human
Ah goodness! exclaimed Elvira,
gpt
I hope in God that this may not happen! Do not even speak of it! O my protectress Saint Anna! I offer thee what I prize so much, my hair, which I will tie up in a tress with an azure ribbon and hang upon thy altar, if thou wilt save us from this.
human
And I, said Rita,
gpt
Don't say that, even in jest,
human
Never mind, let her say it; the Saint is sure to prefer the beautiful tress of your hair to her pinks,