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er！ It was that very Carmen you know； and in whose rooms I met you a few months ago。
* Iron…shod sticks used by the Basques。
** Magistrate in charge of the municipal police arrangements； and local government regulations。
*** The costume usually worn by peasant women in Navarre and the Basque Provinces。
〃She was wearing a very short skirt； below which her white silk stockingswith more than one hole in themand her dainty red morocco shoes； fastened with flame…coloured ribbons； were clearly seen。 She had thrown her mantilla back； to show her shoulders； and a great bunch of acacia that was thrust into her chemise。 She had another acacia blossom in the corner of her mouth； and she walked along； swaying her hips； like a filly from the Cordova stud farm。 In my country anybody who had seen a woman dressed in that fashion would have crossed himself。 At Seville every man paid her some bold compliment on her appearance。 She had an answer for each and all； with her hand on her hip； as bold as the thorough gipsy she was。 At first I didn't like her looks； and I fell to my work again。 But she； like all women and cats； who won't come if you call them； and do come if you don't call them； stopped short in front of me； and spoke to me。
〃 '/Compadre/；' said she； in the Andalusian fashion； 'won't you give me your chain for the keys of my strong box？'
〃 'It's for my priming…pin；' said I。
〃 'Your priming…pin！' she cried； with a laugh。 'Oho！ I suppose the gentleman makes lace； as he wants pins！'
〃Everybody began to laugh； and I felt myself getting red in the face； and couldn't hit on anything in answer。
〃 'Come； my love！' she began again； 'make me seven ells of lace for my mantilla； my pet pin…maker！'
〃And taking the acacia blossom out of her mouth she flipped it at me with her thumb so that it hit me just between the eyes。 I tell you； sir； I felt as if a bullet had struck me。 I didn't know which way to look。 I sat stock…still； like a wooden board。 When she had gone into the factory； I saw the acacia blossom； which had fallen on the ground between my feet。 I don't know what made me do it； but I picked it up； unseen by any of my comrades； and put it carefully inside my jacket。 That was my first folly。
〃Two or three hours later I was still thinking about her； when a panting； terrified…looking porter rushed into the guard…room。 He told us a woman had been stabbed in the great cigar…room； and that the guard must be sent in at once。 The sergeant told me to take two men； and go and see to it。 I took my two men and went upstairs。 Imagine； sir； that when I got into the room； I found； to begin with； some three hundred women； stripped to their shifts； or very near it； all of them screaming and yelling and gesticulating； and making such a row that you couldn't have heard God's own thunder。 On one side of the room one of the women was lying on the broad of her back； streaming with blood； with an X newly cut on her face by two strokes of a knife。 Opposite the wounded woman； whom the best…natured of the band were attending； I saw Carmen； held by five or six of her comrades。 The wounded woman was crying out； 'A confessor； a confessor！ I'm killed！' Carmen said nothing at all。 She clinched her teeth and rolled her eyes like a chameleon。 'What's this？' I asked。 I had hard work to find out what had happened； for all the work…girls talked at once。 It appeared that the injured girl had boasted she had money enough in her pocket to buy a donkey at the Triana Market。 'Why；' said Carmen； who had a tongue of her own； 'can't you do with a broom？' Stung by this taunt； it may be because she felt herself rather unsound in that particular； the other girl replied that she knew nothing about brooms； seeing she had not the honour of being either a gipsy or one of the devil's godchildren； but that the Senorita Carmen would shortly make acquaintance with her donkey； when the /Corregidor/ took her out riding with two lackeys behind her to keep the flies off。 'Well；' retorted Carmen； 'I'll make troughs for the flies to drink out of on your cheeks； and I'll paint a draught…board on them！'* And thereupon； slap； bank！ She began making St。 Andrew's crosses on the girl's face with a knife she had been using for cutting off the ends of the cigars。
* /Pintar un javeque/； 〃paint a xebec；〃 a particular type of ship。 Most Spanish vessels of this description have a checkered red and white stripe painted around them。
〃The case was quite clear。 I took hold of Carmen's arm。 'Sister mine；' I said civilly； 'you must come with me。' She shot a glance of recognition at me； but she said； with a resigned look： 'Let's be off。 Where is my mantilla？' She put it over her head so that only one of her great eyes was to be seen； and followed my two men； as quiet as a lamb。 When we got to the guardroom the sergeant said it was a serious job； and he must send her to prison。 I was told off again to take her there。 I put her between two dragoons； as a corporal does on such occasions。 We started off for the town。 The gipsy had begun by holding her tongue。 But when we got to the /Calle de la Serpiente/you know it； and that it earns its name by its many windingsshe began by dropping her mantilla on to her shoulders； so as to show me her coaxing little face； and turning round to me as well as she could； she said：
〃 '/Oficial mio/； where are you taking me to？'
〃 'To prison； my poor child；' I replied； as gently as I could； just as any kind…hearted soldier is bound to speak to a prisoner； and especially to a woman。
〃 'Alack！ What will become of me！ Senor Oficial； have pity on me！ You are so young； so good…looking。' Then； in a lower tone； she said； 'Let me get away； and I'll give you a bit of the /bar lachi/； that will make every woman fall in love with you！'
〃The /bar lachi/； sir； is the loadstone； with which the gipsies declare one who knows how to use it can cast any number of spells。 If you can make a woman drink a little scrap of it； powdered； in a glass of white wine； she'll never be able to resist you。 I answered； as gravely as I could：
〃 'We are not here to talk nonsense。 You'll have to go to prison。 Those are my orders； and there's no help for it！'
〃We men from the Basque country have an accent which all Spaniards easily recognise； on the other hand； not one of them can ever learn to say /Bai； jaona/！*
* Yes； sir。
〃So Carmen easily guessed I was from the Provinces。 You know； sir； that the gipsies； who belong to no particular country； and are always moving about； speak every language； and most of them are quite at home in Portugal； in France； in our Provinces； in Catalonia； or anywhere else。 They can even make themselves understood by Moors and English people。 Carmen knew Basque tolerably well。
〃 '/Laguna ene bihotsarena/； comrade of my heart；' said she suddenly。 'Do you belong to our country？'
〃Our language is so beautiful； sir； that when we hear it in a foreign country it makes us quiver。 I wish；〃 added the bandit in a lower tone； 〃I could have a confessor from my own country。〃
After a silence； he began again。
〃 'I belong to Elizondo；' I answered in Basque； very much affected by the sound of my own language。
〃 'I come fr