They were no longer in American waters, and the Counsellor expressed himself with the rudeness of a master of his house.
"I have the honor to inform you, young man," he said, imitating the cutting coldness of the diplomats, "that you are merely a South American and know nothing of the affairs of Europe." He did not call him an "Indian," but Julio heard the implication as though he had used the word itself.

Ah, if that hidden handclasp had not held him with its sentimental thrills!.

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But this contact kept him calm and even made him smile.