I was still standing--I felt the blood rush to my head and lightning seemed to flash through my brain.

The curate I saw far, far away.

I advanced to reply to him without knowing just what I was going to say, but the senior sacristan put himself between us.

Padre Damaso arose and said to me in Tagalog: 'Don't try to shine in borrowed finery.

Be content to talk your own dialect and don't spoil Spanish, which isn't meant for you.