"
"That's right, the trumpeter of Sackingen!" exclaimed Ibarra, unable
to resist taking part in the renewed merriment.
"Do you hear that?" went on Albino. "Now I want to see if I can't
have the same luck." So saying, he began to blow with even more force
into the resounding horn, holding it close to the ears of the girls
who looked saddest. As might be expected, a small tumult arose and
the mothers finally reduced him to silence by beating him with their
slippers[71] and pinching him.
"My, oh my!" he complained as he felt of his smarting arms, "what a
distance there is between the Philippines and the banks of the Rhine! O
tempora! O mores! Some are given honors and others sanbenitos!"
All laughed at this, even the grave Victoria, while Sinang, she of
the smiling eyes, whispered to Maria Clara, "Happy girl! I, too,
would sing if I could!"
Andeng at length announced that the soup was ready to receive its
guests, so the young fisherman climbed up into the pen placed at
the narrower end of the corral, over which might be written for the
fishes, were they able to read and understand Italian, "Lasciate ogni
speranza voi ch' entrante," [72] for no fish that gets in there is
ever released except by death.
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