'Oh, Lord!' said the Marshal of the Province with a deep sigh; and with his weary legs in the white trousers dragging, and hanging his head, he went down the middle of the hall to the chief table.
–¡Dios mío! –y con un suspiro profundo, andando penosamente, pausado y con la cabeza inclinada, el Presidente se dirigió a través de la sala a la mesa electoral.