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"Yes, bread, bread," replied Ferrer, "in abundance! I promise

you, I do," placing his hand on his heart. "Clear a passage for

me," added he, then, in the loudest voice he could command; "I

come to carry him to prison, to inflict on him a just

punishment;" and he added, in a very low tone, "Si esta

culpable."[6] Then leaning forward to the coachman, he said

hastily, "Adelante, Pedro, si puedes."[7]

[6] If he is guilty.

[7] Go on, Pedro, if you can.

The coachman smiled also on the people with an affected

politeness, as if he were some great personage; and, with

ineffable grace, he waved the whip slowly from right to left, as

if requesting his inconvenient neighbours to retire a little on

either side. "Be so kind, gentlemen," said he, "a little space,

ever so little, just enough to let us pass."