The guidwife had repeatedly given Peter the hint to throw the shawl into the bed, as it would be there concealed till the husband was gone; but Peter, the loopie — for who ever saw a packman that was not loopie? — began to think that he might manage to carry off both shawl and buckles […]

There are scarcely any Indo-Europeans of pure blood in Peru, for with the exception of pure Indians in the interior, the population consists of mestizos, Zambos, mulattoes, terceroones, terceroones, quadroons, cholos, musties, fusties, and dusties; crosses between Spaniards and negroes, Spaniards and yellows; crosses between these people and the cholos, musties, and dusties; crosses between mongrels of one kind and mongrels of the other kinds.

The film occupied me for three hours.

Don't give them your ends. You jack that shit!