When The Monk Had Put Us To Shame By The Sight Of These Paintings (Bad As Their Subjects), He Put Us Out, Letting His Eyes Fall Back Upon His Newspaper Before The Door Had Well Closed Upon Us.

The beggarmen had waited in their places to give us another chance of meriting heaven; and at the church door still crouched the old beggarwoinan.

I saw now that the imploring eyes she lifted were sightless, and I could not forbear another alms, and as I put my copper big-dog in her leathern palm I said, _"Adios, madre."_ Then happened something that I had long desired. I had heard and read that in Spain people always said at parting, "Go with God," but up to that moment nobody had said it to me, though I had lingeringly given many the opportunity. Now, at my words and at the touch of my coin this old beggarwoman smiled beneficently and said, "Go with God," or, as she put it in her Spanish, "_Vaya vested con Dios."_ Immediately I ought to have pressed another coin in her palm, with a _"Gracias, madre; muchas gracias,"_ out of regard to the literary climax; but whether I really did so I cannot now remember; I can only hope I did.

VII

I think that it was while I was still in this high satisfaction that we went a drive in the promenade, which in all Spanish cities is the Alameda, except Seville, where it so deservedly is the Delicias.

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