"
"I'll let you know. I was watching that blonde eye you. She's pretty."
"Yes."
"And she has a swell coach."
"I should say so."
"Well? Are you going to marry her?"
"What do I know? We'll see. Come, we can't stay here," said Roberto,
stepping up to the counter to pay.
In the tavern a large number of beggars, seated at the tables, were
gulping down slices of cod and scraps of meat; a piquant odour of
fried bird-tripe and oil came from the kitchen.
They left. The wind still blew in eddies of sand; dry leaves and stray
bits of newspaper danced madly through the air; the high houses near
the Segovia Bridge, their narrow windows and galleries hung with
tatters, seemed greyer and more sordid than ever when glimpsed through
an atmosphere murky with dust.
Suddenly Roberto halted, and placing his hand upon Manuel's shoulder
said:
"Listen to what I say, for it is the truth. If you ever want to
accomplish anything in life, place no belief in the word 'impossible.'
There's nothing impossible to an energetic will. If you try to shoot
an arrow, aim very high,--as high as you can; the higher you aim, the
farther you'll go."
Manuel stared at Roberto with a puzzled look, and shrugged his
shoulders.
CHAPTER IV
Life In the Cobbler's Shop--Manuel's Friends.
The months of September and October were very hot; it was impossible
to breathe in the shoe shop.
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