The corporal caught her by the hair; she grabbed his goatee, but was unable to bite because of her loose teeth.

He let out a yell, released her and begged her pardon.

Blood began to flow, one eye got redder than the other, a camisa was torn into shreds, many things came to light, but not _Filipinas_.
Similar incidents occurred every time the question of language came up.

The corporal, watching her linguistic progress, sorrowfully calculated that in ten years his mate would have completely forgotten how to talk, and this was about what really came to pass.

When they were married she still knew Tagalog and could make herself understood in Spanish, but now, at the time of our story, she no longer spoke any language.