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"Ah, it is you, Arillaga," he said very sadly, as the moonlight struck across Felipe's face. "I had hoped never to see you again." "Buelna," demanded Felipe. "I have something to say to her, and to the padron." "Too late, senor." "My God, dead?" "As good as dead." "Rafael, tell me all. I have come to set everything straight again. On my honour, I have been misjudged. Is Buelna well?" "Listen.
"The violin first!" she said; and creeping into the dining-room, and through the inner door to Felipe's room, she brought it out, rolled it in shawl after shawl, and put it in the net with her clothes.
"How strange!" exclaimed Bessie excitedly. "Why, that was Don Felipe's own child which he introduced this evening and said was Chiquita's." "Exactly," said Dick, quietly. "But I don't see what all this has to do with me," she added. "Proceed, please," he answered. "That's not the only surprise his letter contains."
The Senora paused for a second, noted with secret satisfaction how puzzled and unhappy Felipe looked; then, in a still gentler voice, she went on, "You surely would not think that right, my son, would you?" And now the Senora waited for an answer. "No, mother," came reluctantly from Felipe's lips. "I suppose not; but " "I was sure my own son could make no other reply," interrupted the Senora.
In fact, he sometimes wondered of what this bond had been made. He had himself seen the greater part of their intercourse with each other; nothing could have been farther removed from anything like love-making. There had been no crisis of incident, or marked moments of experience such as in Felipe's imaginations of love were essential to the fulness of its growth.
"Three months!" sighed Margarita. "If I be not dead or gone crazy myself before the end of that be come!" The Senora was too busy with Felipe to pay attention or to give thought to Juan. Felipe's fainting had been the symptom and beginning of a fierce relapse of the fever, and he was lying in his bed, tossing and raving in delirium, always about the wool. "Throw them faster, faster!
"Pepita Delaguerra?" he repeated. "I felt all along that she was Don Felipe's child, the resemblance is so striking, and I wonder the others did not notice it, but I never connected her with Pepita; perhaps because it is so long since she died. How strange that he should have introduced his own child without knowing it!" "Yes," returned Chiquita. "And yet it is not so strange after all.
Freed from that, his hoofs caught in grasses and thick weeds. Felipe's knee was cut against a rock; but at length the pony touched ground. He rose out of the river trembling, gasping and dripping. Felipe put him at the steep bank. He took it bravely, scrambled his way almost on his knees to the top, then stumbled badly and fell prone upon the ground.
As Ramona seated herself on it, she exclaimed: "Now I shall see how it feels to lie and look up at the stars at night! Do you recollect, Alessandro, the night you put Felipe's bed on the veranda, when you told me how beautiful it was to lie at night out of doors and look up at the stars?"
Only the day before he died, he had said this to Father Francis, a young Brazilian monk, to whom he was greatly attached. In Felipe's overwrought frame of mind this seemed to him a terrible omen; and he set out on his journey with a still heavier heart than before. He believed Ramona was dead, buried in some unknown, unconsecrated spot, never to be found; yet he would not give up the search.
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