They were both Argentinians now, and ought to interest themselves in present affairs and not bother about the past.
"And how little pride they have!" sneered Madariaga in an ironical tone.
"Every one of these gringoes when he is a clerk at the Capital sweeps the shop, prepares the meals, keeps the books, sells to the customers, works the typewriter, translates four or five languages, and dances attendance on the proprietor's lady friend, as though she were a grand senora.

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all for twenty-five dollars a month.

Who can compete with such people! You, Frenchy, you are like me, very serious, and would die of hunger before passing through certain things.