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Shocked as I was at her apparent helplessness, I remember being impressed with the fact that it gave so little indication of violent usage or disaster. I threw myself frantically on the ground beside her. "You are hurt, Consita! For Heaven's sake, what has happened?" She pushed my hat back with her little hand, and tumbled my hair gently. "Nothing. You are here, Pancho eet is enofe!
Meantime she was smoothing out her riding habit, and looking as fresh and pretty as when she first left her house. "Consita," I said hesitatingly, "you are not angry with me?" "Angry?" she repeated haughtily, without looking at me. "Oh, no! Of a possibility eet is Mees Essmith who is angry that I have interroopt her tête-
Meantime she was smoothing out her riding-habit, and looking as fresh and pretty as when she first left her house. "Consita," I said hesitatingly, "you are not angry with me?" "Angry?" she repeated haughtily, without looking at me. "Oh, no! Of a possibility eet is Mees Essmith who is angry that I have interroopt her tete-a-tete with you, and have send here my brother to make the same with me."
Shocked as I was at her apparent helplessness, I remember being impressed with the fact that it gave so little indication of violent usage or disaster. I threw myself frantically on the ground beside her. "You are hurt, Consita! For Heaven's sake, what has happened?" She pushed my hat back with her little hand, and tumbled my hair gently. "Nothing. YOU are here, Pancho eet is enofe!
Perhaps," I added, looking at the boot, "only a slight sprain. Let me carry you to my horse; I will walk beside you, home. Do, dearest Consita!" She turned her lovely eyes towards me sadly. "You comprehend not, my poor Pancho! It is not of the foot, the ankle, the arm, or the head that I can say, 'She is broke. I would it were even so.
Perhaps," I added, looking at the boot, "only a slight sprain. Let me carry you to my horse; I will walk beside you, home. Do, dearest Consita!" She turned her lovely eyes towards me sadly. "You comprehend not, my poor Pancho! It is not of the foot, the ankle, the arm, or the head that I can say, 'She is broke! I would it were even so.
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