Nationalists -- Philippines -- Fiction; Philippine fiction (Spanish) -- Translations into English; Philippines -- History -- Fiction
Simoun lifted the tray and exhibited another filled with quaint jewels
that would have satisfied the imaginations of seven débutantes on the
eves of the balls in their honor. Designs, one more fantastic than the
other, combinations of precious stones and pearls worked into the
figures of insects with azure backs and transparent forewings,
sapphires, emeralds, rubies, turquoises, diamonds, joined to form
dragon-flies, wasps, bees, butterflies, beetles, serpents, lizards,
fishes, sprays of flowers. There were diadems, necklaces of pearls and
diamonds, so that some of the girls could not withhold a nakú of
admiration, and Sinang gave a cluck with her tongue, whereupon her
mother pinched her to prevent her from encouraging the jeweler to raise
his prices, for Capitana Tika still pinched her daughter even after the
latter was married.
“Here you have some old diamonds,” explained the jeweler. “This ring
belonged to the Princess Lamballe and those earrings to one of Marie
Antoinette’s ladies.” They consisted of some beautiful solitaire
diamonds, as large as grains of corn, with somewhat bluish lights, and
pervaded with a severe elegance, as though they still reflected in
their sparkles the shuddering of the Reign of Terror.
“Those two earrings!” exclaimed Sinang, looking at her father and
instinctively covering the arm next to her mother.
“Something more ancient yet, something Roman,” said Capitan Basilio
with a wink.
The pious Sister Penchang thought that with such a gift the Virgin of
Antipolo would be softened and grant her her most vehement desire: for
some time she had begged for a wonderful miracle to which her name
would be attached, so that her name might be immortalized on earth and
she then ascend into heaven, like the Capitana Ines of the curates. She
inquired the price and Simoun asked three thousand pesos, which made
the good woman cross herself—’Susmariosep!
Simoun now exposed the third tray, which was filled with watches,
cigar- and match-cases decorated with the rarest enamels, reliquaries
set with diamonds and containing the most elegant miniatures.
The fourth tray, containing loose gems, stirred a murmur of admiration.
Sinang again clucked with her tongue, her mother again pinched her,
although at the same time herself emitting a ’Susmaría of wonder.
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