The Filipinos declared that if there were only Sandovals in Spain all would be Sandovals in the Philippines.

His eyes glistened, and it might well be believed that if at that moment any kind of gauntlet had been flung at him he would have leaped upon any kind of horse to ride to death for the Philippines.
The "cold water" alone replied: "Good, that's very good, Sandoval.

I could also say the same if I were a Peninsular, but not being one, if I should say one half of what you have, you yourself would take me for a filibuster." Sandoval began a speech in protest, but was interrupted.
"Rejoice, friends, rejoice! Victory!" cried a youth who entered at that moment and began to embrace everybody.
"Rejoice, friends! Long live the Castilian tongue!" An outburst of applause greeted this announcement.

They fell to embracing one another and their eyes filled with tears.

Pecson alone preserved his skeptical smile.
The bearer of such good news was Makaraig, the young man at the head of the movement.