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For with the quickened senses of a lover he felt the diffused and perfumed aura of HER presence, of HER garments, of HER flesh, flow in upon him through the open window, and possess his whole breathless being! It was SHE! Like him, perhaps, longing to enjoy the perfect night like him, perhaps, thinking of "So you ar-range to get rid of me ha! lik thees?
I will myself at different times overlook and affront her in the stable, examine her as to the assault, and why she should do thees thing. When she is of the exercise, I will also accost and restrain her. Remain tranquil, my friend! When a few days shall pass, much shall be changed, and she will be as another. Trust your oncle do thees thing! Comprehend me!
He lighted another cigarette, made his position more comfortable in the hammock, and resumed: "The Professor Dobbs, who is the geologian of the company, made a report for which he got two thousand dollar. But thees report look you, friend Pancho he is not good for the mine. For in the hole in the ground the Professor Dobbs have found a 'hoss." "A what?" I asked.
In the midwatch of this night he happened to rub shoulders with Pierre Fontaine, none other than head man of Karen Sayther's voyageurs. This rubbing of shoulders led to recognition and drinks, and ultimately involved both men in a common muddle of inebriety. "Heh?" Pierre Fontaine later on gurgled thickly. "Vot for Madame Sayther mak visitation to thees country? More better you spik wit her.
He paused a moment and looked her in the face meaningly. "Those girls in thees country pah! Hee's pretty parteecular, those boy." His childish arrogance and consuming pride in his master stirred the girl's sense of humor. "I think your Don Mike is too particular," she whispered. "Personally, I wouldn't marry him on a bet." His slightly bloodshot eyes flickered with rage.
There was a harsh, unpleasant laugh, and a voice cried: "Señor Carkaire ees right. Jose Murillo ees witheen thirtee yards of heem thees minute." Looking up in astonishment, the trio in the boat beheld the Mexican standing on the brink of the cliff. His clothes were somewhat wrinkled and soiled, seeming to need cleansing and pressing.
"Eet ees a veree strange game thees baseball," said Juanita, turning to Teresa. "Do you understand eet?" "Never mind her," said Madge Morton, pulling at Carker's sleeve. "Why do you pay her so much attention?" "Do you wish to know?" he asked, in a low tone. "Then I'll tell you. I'm in love with her." The woman looked at him with incredulous eyes, then threw back her head and laughed.
Yuma laughed softly. "I saw you ridin' the Razor Back the other day," he said, showing his teeth as the words came even, smooth, burdened with a subtle mockery. "I saw you again thees afternoon but you not see me like the other day I watch you thees long." He held up three fingers to denote that he had watched her three hours.
When I ride alone, I think mooch; when I think mooch I think fast; my idea he go like a cannon-ball! Consequent, if I ride not thees horse like the cannon-ball, my thought HE arrive first, and where are you? You get left! Believe me that I fly thees horse, thees old Mexican plug, and your de' uncle 'Ennery and his leetle old idea arrive all the same time, and on the instant."
"Well," I retorted, "then you ought to know that her uncle took it all to himself thought you some grateful Catholic pleased with his religious tolerance." He did not even smile. "BUENO," he said gravely. "That make something, too. In thees affair it is well to begin with the duenna. He is the duenna."
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