At this everybody cried "Enough!" but Agostino insisted
upon aiming at the other side as well, so as to prove to them that there
was no chance about it; that it was purely a matter of skill. Again the
terrible navaja flew through the air, and went straight to the mark,
and Chiquita, very much delighted at the applause that followed, looked
about her proudly, glorying in Agostino's triumph. She still wore
Isabelle's pearl beads round her slender brown neck; in other respects
was much better dressed than when we first saw her, and even had shoes
on her tiny feet; they seemed to worry and annoy her very much, it
is true, but she found them a necessary nuisance on the cold Paris
pavements, and so had to submit to wearing them with as good a grace as
she could muster. When Agostino gave her leave to quit her position
she quietly returned to her corner, rolled herself up anew in the large
cloak, and fell sound asleep again, while he, after pocketing the five
pistoles he had won, sat down to finish his measure of cheap wine;
which he did very slowly, intending to remain where he was as long as
possible; he had no lodging place yet in Paris, having arrived that very
evening, and this warm room was far more comfortable than a refuge in
some convent porch, or under the arch of a bridge perhaps, where he had
feared that he and Chiquita might have to lie shivering all night long.
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