"Alas!" and he sat down, wiped his
forehead with his sleeve, and panted, and appeared more composed.
Flannagan sat down, too. "I do be feelin' warm the same," he says.
"Shall we have a drink?"
Madame Bill was still turning things over in her mind. "Doubtless
they so shout," she says. "They are not without sense. Listen again,
my Georgio. I have considered. It is perhaps not bad. Moreover, it is
done. But the Department of the Military is not good for you. It
worries you, therefore you disturb it, therefore it does not like
you. Also, we have lost popularity in Rosalia. But in the interior,
as yet, no. Therefore, consider. Senor Alvarez is perhaps
generous. If he overthrow the government, he will desire there come
an election, and who knows? We may for him go to the interior, and in
reward be Minister of Agriculture, which is cooler. But if he
overthrow not the government, but by compromise become Minister of
Military and Internal Peace, then my Georgio will be in innocence a
victim, and perhaps will have to hide, which is hot and dull, or go
to the dungeons of La Libertad, which is dull and wet; or we would
escape from the country in the distinguished ship of the Senor
Buckingham, or in the Imperial Company of Senor Flannagan,
which would be better.
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