Wanderings in Mexico; the spirited chronicle of adventure in Mexican highways and byways . Xatiuiial jialace, Mexico City. Jockey Club, Mexico City, during tiower carnival THE MAN WHO LIKES MEXICO 285 that he might give her the key to their tenement. Hisaccuser hesitated. Poor thing! said her companion. Let ns go! Where? asked the girl. Just there, under the portales, said the peon. Witha bewildered look the girl started on her hopeless quest,prompted by sympathy for the luckless wife. The crowdsurged in between. The gendarme relaxed his hold abit, and his attention seemed drawn in another dir
Wanderings in Mexico; the spirited chronicle of adventure in Mexican highways and byways . Xatiuiial jialace, Mexico City. Jockey Club, Mexico City, during tiower carnival THE MAN WHO LIKES MEXICO 285 that he might give her the key to their tenement. Hisaccuser hesitated. Poor thing! said her companion. Let ns go! Where? asked the girl. Just there, under the portales, said the peon. Witha bewildered look the girl started on her hopeless quest,prompted by sympathy for the luckless wife. The crowdsurged in between. The gendarme relaxed his hold abit, and his attention seemed drawn in another next minute the peon was gone. I could not find her, said the girl, returning in dis-gust. W^here is that man! He escaped, said the gendarme. At four A. M. it was still raining and the people werestill dancing. The streets were covered with stickyslime an inch deep, but this did nt affect bare feet. Thelatter suffered more or less from broken glass, saw a boy contentedly grinning at the dancers, whilehe held up one foot from which had dripped a smallpool of blood. A broken bottle, sefior! He seem
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