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Mercedes Dios! and all because you have succeeded in turning the heads of a few country bumpkins that hang about the place casting sheep's-eyes at you. Ha, ha, ha!" she laughed derisively. "Believe me, when Capitan Forest makes up his mind to marry, he will not stoop so low to pick up so little." "Doña Fernandez!" said Chiquita sharply rising from the bench with an ominous look in her eyes.
Frank stiffened. His immobility reassured her. She drifted nearer. Something impelled Frank to hold his rigid pose. But, for some unaccustomed reason, his hand trembled. His book dropped noiselessly on to the soft grass. Chiquita floated down, closer than ever before. She had undoubtedly just waked up. The dew of dreams still lay on her luscious lips and in her great black eyes.
Vallombreuse alighted, took de Sigognac's arm, and led him silently to his own apartment, after having ordered a servant to conduct Chiquita to the presence of the Comtesse de Lineuil. At sight of her Isabelle was greatly astonished, and, laying down the book she was reading, fixed upon the poor child a look full of interest, affection, and questioning.
Besides, she knew what he did not know that even if he wished to, he could not marry Chiquita. A grim smile flitted across her countenance as the knowledge of this fact flashed through her mind, the only ray of light in the chaos into which she had been plunged by that misguided, luckless decision on her part her refusal to follow the Captain while he was still hers.
"Isn't it strange how easily one can return to the natural life if one has known it before?" said Chiquita later in the evening, as the three lay stretched on their blankets around the small fire which José had kindled in the center of the grove, and watched the flickering flames and dancing shadows against the dark pine boughs surrounding them.
Julia turned to her directly. "No. Why, we promised never to tell, didn't we? In case we ever needed a place of refuge ." "Have any of you ever told about it?" Julia turned to the others. "Think carefully! This is important." "I never have told," Peachy said wearily. "But about Angela ." "Have you, Chiquita?" Julia interrupted with a strange insistence.
"'Chiquita' means 'very small, 'little one, 'little girl, or something like that. It's not a family name, it's a term of endearment, usually." Kirk remembered now how the girl's eyes had danced when she asked him if he spoke her language. It was just like her to tease him, and yet what a pretty way to conceal her identity! "What made you take it for a proper name?" "A-a little girl told me."
"Never mind, Juan," called Chiquita, catching sight of Blanch and Bessie in the distance. "I will first speak with the Señoritas," and she turned toward the garden. Juan's beady black eyes followed her tall figure as she moved toward the girls. Ever since the arrival of the Americans there had been much discussion in the household as to which was the more beautiful, Blanch or Chiquita.
"Do you ride much, Señorita?" asked Blanch, eyeing critically her riding-skirt and wondering how it was that such an antiquated cut could sit her so well. "I don't think I could live without a horse," replied Chiquita. "I often think I must have been born on one; at least, I can't remember the day when I first learned to ride.
"See here, Miss Chiquita, may I call on you?" "Oh!" She lifted her brows in amazement. "Such ideas! Of a certainly not." "Why?" "You do not onderstand. Our young men do not do those things." "Then I'll do whatever is customary really I will, but I'm awfully anxious to see you again and "I do not know you My father " "I'll look up Mr. Chiquita and be introduced."
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