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"Don't ask me now," said Carmen, a little savagely, "I'm worn out and tired." Mr. Harlowe bowed. "I trust you will be better to-morrow, for we expect our friend, Mr. Thatcher." Carmen's brown cheek flushed slightly. "He should have been here before. Where is he? What was he doing?" "He was snowed up on the plains. He is coming as fast as steam can carry him; but he may be too late."
He was too much absorbed in love for his wife, and therefore it was a mercy to his soul and Carmen's that this Spanish girl died, and the child was placed here, under our discipline, where she may yet be won over to a spiritual life," he concluded, and cast a humble, sanctimonious look on Sister Agatha. "Where were you when her mother died?" asked the Sister. "Were you with her?"
Their affairs must take care of themselves." Mariette, Carmen's French maid, hurriedly and sulkily packed enough things to last her mistress for a week; and by the time the trunk and bag were ready the carriage was waiting to take Mrs. Gaylor into Bakersfield.
The trumpets of vice rang in his ears in vain, mingled with the more classical music of his life as the retreat from the barracks of Seville mingled with the click of Carmen's castanets. But he heeded them not.
In after-days Jack looked back upon this time with a feeling akin to thankfulness for Carmen's utter heartlessness in regard to his affairs. He trembled to think what might have happened to him if she had sent for him and consulted him and drawn him again into the fatal embrace of her schemes and her fascinations. Now he was simply enraged when he thought of her, and irritated with himself.
I have not seen him or heard from him once since then." Carmen said all this in an undertone, and her voice trembled, as if full of suppressed tears. "Poor child! how sorry I am for you!" said the lady, affectionately, taking Carmen's hand and pressing it tenderly.
While this was being done, Señora Carmen's son, the manager of the plantation, offered to accompany us himself to Ccllumayu, where other "important ruins" had been found, which could be reached in a few hours without cutting any new trails.
No other man in the parish would have dared to speak to the Cure like that. He had never scolded Carmen when she had not gone to church. Besides, there was Carmen's little daughter always at his side at mass; and Carmen always insisted on Zoe going with him, and even seemed anxious for them to be off at the first sound of the bells of St. Saviour's.
It amused Henderson and Uncle Jerry, and Margaret sent it, marked, to her aunt. Uncle Jerry said it was very timely, for at the moment there was a report that Hollowell and Henderson had obtained possession of one of the great steamship lines in connection with their trans-continental system. I thought at the time that I should like to have heard Carmen's comments on the paper.
Perhaps she would be home again for him and all that home should mean be the promise of a day when home would again include that fled from Carmen, and himself, and Carmen's child. Maybe it was sentiment in him, maybe it was sentimentality and maybe it was not. "Come, m'sieu'," Jean Jacques said impatiently: "let us go to the house of that M'sieu' Doyle.
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