I want to help you." The grateful Quiroga thanked him, but soon fell to lamenting again about the bracelets.

"A _cigarrera_ wouldn't be so shameless!" he repeated.
"The devil!" exclaimed Simoun, looking askance at the Chinese, as though studying him.

"Exactly when I need the money and thought that you could pay me! But it can all be arranged, as I don't want you to fail for such a small amount.

Come, a favor, and I'll reduce to seven the nine thousand pesos you owe me.

You can get anything you wish through the Customs--boxes of lamps, iron, copper, glassware, Mexican pesos--you furnish arms to the conventos, don't you ?" The Chinese nodded affirmation, but remarked that he had to do a good deal of bribing.