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Infanta Lolita!" until Lola, stung to rage, turned upon them wildly; whereat their delighted cries served to send her flying homeward. "I guess not even Squire Baca's girls nor Edith May Jonas had better things than you," said Jane, unaware of all this.
"The point of Lolita," Rama explained to me, "is not that Harry repeatedly slept with a fourteen-year-old after kidnapping and drugging her. The point is that Harry really did love her." There was the one about the UCLA students. "Sometimes I walk the streets of Westwood," he said at Centre meetings, "and drain the undergraduates of their mystical power. Now, don't get all upset.
Also the mustang mare which belongs to Adela Miranda her own "Lolita" and the mule set apart for the mestiza. The troop horses already caparisoned are to remain so. Ignorant of their object, the troopers wonder at these precautions, though not so much as might be expected. They are accustomed to receive mysterious commands, and obey them without cavil or question.
A woman, hurrying past, bareheaded, was greeted by a cry of delight from Lolita, who released Hedrick and ran to her with outstretched arms. "We were bringing her home, Mrs. Martin," said Laura, reassuringly. "She's all right; nothing's the matter except that her dress got torn. We found her playing in our yard."
"I thought maybe she'd stand it all right for a day or two; then I got afraid she'd sicken right away in this rare air, and I didn't dare." "I guess so," sighed Pearl; "but, goodness! I'd sure like to see her again. I'd most give anything to hear her say, 'mi jasmin, Pearl, mi corazon." "We understand each other, you and me and Lolita," returned Flick.
She laughed outright now. Pearl's laughter was ever a disagreeable surprise; low, harsh, unpleasantly vibrant, and in strange dissonance to her soft, contralto voice. "Lay you any odds you say, Lolita, that it's poor old Bob that's got to be the goat." The parrot swung back to a normal position with surprising rapidity. "Bob, Bob," she croaked.
Saying not another word, with the rifle across his shoulder and the turkey buzzard dangling down his thigh, he takes departure from the spot, striking eastward towards the high land dimly discernible on the horizon. "Vamos, Lolita! hold up, my pretty pet! Two leagues more, and you shall bury that velvet snout of yours in the soft gramma grass, and cool your heated hoof in a crystal stream.
"And when you was feeding your chickens she cried out, 'Hola, what a queer woman is yonder! Children have funny things in their heads. But it is for you to tell her you come to fetch her away!" And the señora called out, "Lolita, ven aca!" The girl looked up startled. "Que hay?" she asked, coming toward them apprehensively.
Hedrick made a piteous effort to increase his speed. "It's Lolita Martin," called Laura. "She must have her way or nothing can be done with her. Stand still!" Hedrick had never heard of Lolita Martin, but the added information concerning her was not ineffective: it operated as a spur; and Laura joined the hunt. "Stand still!" she cried to the wretched quarry. "She's run away.
Lolita had, as usual, perched upon his shoulder, and was murmuring in his ear. "Say, Pearl," Flick spoke again after an interval of silence, "I wish you'd take a walk with me. I I got something on my mind that I want to talk about." "All right," she acquiesced readily, the nicker of a smile about her lips quickly suppressed. "I'll be ready in a minute, as soon as I get my hat."
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