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But finally, thoroughly exhausted, Paula at last became calm and listened tranquilly to Teresa's long story which we already knew so well, regarding the death of our mother and Catalina's terrible fall. And following this, she showed her that on account of these great misfortunes, instead of leading our father to seek the Lord, it seemed on the contrary to have hardened his heart.
But really and truly I had no idea that she would take it that way!" Teresa jumped up quickly, saying under her breath, "What next?" and then to me, "You certainly are a troublesome youngster, my poor Lisita!" "But Teresa, I vow to you...." "Be quiet, and go back to Catalina's room! I'll be there as soon as I can!" I left the kitchen well content.
There was one heart beating for him as fondly as ever Catalina's but she, too, was ignorant of the motives which had led to his mysterious conduct. Whatever these motives were, she knew they could not be otherwise than just. What to her were the calumnies the gibes that were heaped upon him? What to her if he had taken the life of a fellow-creature?
It cannot be denied by the greatest of philosophers, that the muleteer's stable at Valladolid was worth twenty such ships, though the stable was not insured against fire, and the ship was insured against the sea and the wind by some fellow that thought very little of his engagements. But what's the use of sitting down to cry? That was never any trick of Catalina's.
Next came a tumbling out at the door of one black mass, which heaved and parted at intervals into two figures, which closed, which parted again, which at last fell down the steps together. Then appeared a figure in white. It was the unhappy Andalusian; and she seeing the outline of Catalina's person, ran up to her, unable to utter one syllable.
After a minute or two, he put down the document he was reading to his secretary. "Well," he said, "have you written your message for Captain Mayne?" "It is here. The Catalina's mate is waiting." Alvarez turned to the secretary. "My order was that the patron should come." "That is so, señor. I sent him word." "The man told me his wife lived in the town and he was starting back," Kit interposed.
"How do you feel now?" said Paula as Catalina's fixed gaze seemed to disturb her somewhat. "Oh, I'm all right just now. I was thinking of your god-mother's letter. She remembered, she said, the hymns you used to sing. You've never sung any of them to us, Paula." I saw a mist in Paula's eyes as she answered. "No, that's true. I don't think I've sung a note since my father's death.
Distinguished was his reception; the Alcalde personally renewed his regrets for the ridiculous scene of the two scampish oculists, and presented him to his wife, a splendid Andalusian beauty, to whom he had been married about a year. This lady there is a reason for describing; and the French reporter of Catalina's memoirs dwells upon the theme.
Catalina's gaze was once more turned upon the setting sun. In a few minutes he would disappear behind the snowy ridge of the mountain. Then a few hours, and then moments of bliss! Roblado was seated in his cuartel as before. As before, a tiny knock sounded upon the door.
Presently hasty footsteps were heard approaching, and in another moment several of the Santa Catalina's crew came helter-skelter down the ladder, and, taking not the slightest notice of us, rushed off and disappeared in the darkness. "Steady, lads; not yet!" said I, as the Dolphins, like one man, pulled themselves together and braced themselves for a rush.
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