She had left Juli at home memorizing a booklet the curate had sold her for four cuartos, with forty days of indulgence granted by the Archbishop to every one who read it or listened to it read.
"_Jesus!_" said the pious woman to Capitana Tika, "that poor girl has grown up like a mushroom planted by the _tikbalang._ I've made her read the book at the top of her voice at least fifty times and she doesn't remember a single word of it.

She has a head like a sieve--full when it's in the water.

All of us hearing her, even the dogs and cats, have won at least twenty years of indulgence." Simoun arranged his two chests on the table, one being somewhat larger than the other.

"You don't want plated jewelry or imitation gems.

This lady," turning to Sinang, "wants real diamonds." "That's it, yes, sir, diamonds, old diamonds, antique stones, you know," she responded.