"All over the country.

He's famous for that sort of munificence." "Oh, he didn't boast," Mrs.Gould declared, scrupulously.
"I believe he's really a good man, but so stupid! A poor Chulo who offers a little silver arm or leg to thank his god for a cure is as rational and more touching." "He's at the head of immense silver and iron interests," Charles Gould observed.
"Ah, yes! The religion of silver and iron.

He's a very civil man, though he looked awfully solemn when he first saw the Madonna on the staircase, who's only wood and paint; but he said nothing to me.

My dear Charley, I heard those men talk among themselves.

Can it be that they really wish to become, for an immense consideration, drawers of water and hewers of wood to all the countries and nations of the earth ?" "A man must work to some end," Charles Gould said, vaguely.
Mrs.Gould, frowning, surveyed him from head to foot.