Everybody says she is as beautiful as a houri.

And as for her voice, I never heard anything like it, except the first night I spent on Mr.Fitzgerald's plantation.

There was somebody wandering about in the garden and groves who sang just like her.

Mr.Fitzgerald didn't seem to be much struck with the voice, but I could never forget it." "It was during our honeymoon," replied her husband; "and how could I be interested in any other voice, when I had yours to listen to ?" His lady tapped him playfully with her parasol, saying: "O, you flatterer! But I wish I could get a chance to speak to this Senorita.
I would ask her if she had ever been in America." "I presume not," rejoined Mr.Fitzgerald.

"They say an Italian musician heard her in Andalusia, and was so much charmed with her voice that he adopted her and educated her for the stage; and he named her Campaneo, because there is such a bell-like echo in her voice sometimes.