Word: carmen
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...Symphony recording of Debussy's La Mer, which will be released this fall, the New York Times's Book Columnist David Dempsey concluded: "This opens up practically unlimited possibilities for authors who would like to do a little music commentating oji the side. Hemingway could take Carmen; Anne Morrow Lindbergh, The Flying Dutchman; Lin Yutang, Chopsticks...
...adopted daughter, romantically re-christened Carmen, grew tall, graceful and dignified. José never let her suspect that she was not his real daughter. In 1949, when Carmen was working in a foundry in Valencia, she got an offer of marriage. Her suitor was only a factory hand, stubby and stolid, but husbands were not found under every orange tree, so Carmen said yes. The night before the banns were posted, Jose and Concepción told her what they knew about her birth. They repeated the nun's remark about her being "a real marquesita" and the young...
Last spring, an acquaintance called at the crowded flat where Carmen, her husband, her baby and her parents were living. Tall, dark, handsome Faustino Valentin, who introduced himself as a lawyer, listened with fascination to Carmen's story. "Hasta luego, Marquesita" he muttered thoughtfully, bowing over the girl's graceful hand as he left...
...Authentic Blueblood." The legacy made all of Carmen's daydreams come true-a palace in Seville, a ranch in Andalusia, three houses in Granada, a mansion in San Sebastián, stocks, bonds, and millions of pesetas in cash. The Trigos were beside themselves with joy. They uncorked the Manzanilla. The janitor and some friends stopped in to see what the commotion was about and left to publish the good tidings. By morning the news had spread to the papers in Madrid. Gifts poured in from fashion houses and perfume firms. A local bank placed a 100,000-peseta...
Last week would-be Lawyer Faustino was in jail. Would-be Marchioness Carmen Trigo had a new job scrubbing floors in a Valencia hospital. She had sold all her fine clothes, jewels and furniture to pay her debts, but she still owed thousands of pesetas. Street urchins mocked, "Yah, yah. Marquesita," as she trudged to work each morning. But the kind nuns in the hospital gave Carmen a brief smile as she pushed her rag over the tile floor...