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single chair, table, sofa, etagere or console had been left inthe state rooms of the Intendencia. His Excellency, thoughtwitching all over with rage, was restrained from burstinginto violence by a sense of his remoteness and isolation. Hisheroic brother was very far away. Meantime, how was hegoing to take his siesta? He had expected to find comfortand luxury in the Intendencia after a year of hard camp life,ending with the hardships and privations of the daring dashupon Sulaco—upon the province which was worth more inwealth and influence than all the rest of the Republic’s territory.He would get even with Gamacho by-and-by. AndSenor Gamacho’s oration, delectable to popular ears, wenton in the heat and glare of the Plaza like the uncouth howlingsof an inferior sort of devil cast into a white-hot furnace.Every moment he had to wipe his streaming face with hisbare fore-arm; he had flung off his coat, and had turned upthe sleeves of his shirt high above the elbows; but he kept onhis head the large cocked hat with white plumes. His ingenuousnesscherished this sign of his rank as Commandanteof the National Guards. Approving and grave murmursgreeted his periods. His opinion was that war should bedeclared at once against France, England, Germany, andthe United States, who, by introducing railways, miningenterprises, colonization, and under such other shallowpretences, aimed at robbing poor people of their lands, andwith the help of these Goths and paralytics, the aristocratswould convert them into toiling and miserable slaves. Andthe leperos, flinging about the corners of their dirty whitemantas, yelled their approbation. General Montero, Gama-