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Prosper did not touch her, but his voice, very friendly, very calm, had an instantaneous effect. "I will take you away." She laughed shakily. "Again?" she asked, and shamed him into silence. But after a while he began very reasonably, very patiently: "I can take you away so that you need not be put through this unnecessary pain. I can arrange it with Morena.
Before it runs the Guadalquivir, which, though in this part shallow and full of sandbanks, is still a delightful stream; whilst behind it rise the steep sides of the Sierra Morena, planted up to the top with olive groves.
I would not exchange a single pain I have endured for what would have constituted the pleasures of other men: but enough of this. What time, think you, have we for repose?" "Till the evening," answered Alphonso; "our route will then most probably be directed to the Sierre Morena. The General is extremely weak and exhausted, and needs a longer rest than we shall gain.
"Ah!" exclaimed the old woman crossly; "it seems as if I were never to have an hour's quiet, just as all that roaring, greedy lot, with their Mother Morena here and Mother Morena there, and their grumbling at the olla, and their curses and their quarrels, are off, and I think I am going to have a quiet afternoon, then you come in with your twelve hungry wolves."
Still, the lot of the miner of the Sierra Morena is far superior to that of the miner of Almaden, who, poisoned by the noxious vapours of mercury, quickly succumbs, ere he has gained the prime of manhood.
"Oh," said Morena, looking back at her, "I don't stay where people are 'not carin'." She gave him an extraordinarily intelligent look. "I should say that's the only place you'd be wantin' to stay in at all where you're not exactly urged to come," she said. Morena flushed and his lids flickered. He was for an instant absurdly inclined to anger and made two or three steps away. But he came back.
Holding in his hand the gilt keys of Casa Morena, he began his address in a historical form, touching upon each administration and the advance of civilization and prosperity from the first dim striving after liberty down to present times.
I'm goin' back to ranchin' on the old homestead. I've got it fixed up." He seemed to look through Jasper into an enormous distance. Morena was almost uncannily aware of the long, long journey by which this man's spirit had trodden, of the desert he faced ahead of him if the search must fail. Was it wrong to warn Jane? Ought this man to be given his chance? Surely here stood before him Jane's mate.
'In my opinion, Don Quixote was the best man that ever lived. 'But he did not ever live, said Lady Annabel, smiling. 'He lives to us, said Herbert. 'He is the same to this age as if he had absolutely wandered over the plains of Castile and watched in the Sierra Morena. We cannot, indeed, find his tomb; but he has left us his great example.
So home and to bed. This night was buried, as I hear by the bells at Barking Church, my poor Morena, whose sickness being desperate, did kill her poor father; and he being dead for sorrow, she could not recover, nor desire to live, but from that time do languish more and more, and so is now dead and buried. 23rd.