“Gracias, as they say in the desert country,” he said, saluting as he turned away.
“Gracias, seorita, but that rests with you,” was the response.
She smiled, then blushed, uttered a soft “Gracias, cavallero!”
I am not wicked, Rachela; and gracias a Dios, there is no Inquisition now to put the question!
Then there was a shaking of black silk skirts, Gracias a Dios!