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Then, suddenly, I knew that she was coming to this room, and, possessed by a horrible curiosity and growing terror, I sank on my knees in a corner. The door opened noiselessly, and Chonita entered. Again I saw only her white face, rigid as death, but the eyes flamed with the terrible passions that her soul had flung up from its depths at last. Then I saw another white object, her hand.
Chonita bent over him fearfully. Was he dead? His breathing was regular, but very quiet. She stood gazing down upon him, the instinct of seeking vanished. What did it mean? Was this her soul! A man? How could it be? Even in poetry she had never read of a man being a woman's soul, a man with all his frailties and sins, for the most part unrepented.
"I shall peel off her traditions when the time comes, as I would strip off the outer hulls of a nut. Go! Go, Eustaquia!" Of course I went. Chonita was not at the rodeo-ground, but, escorted by her father, had gone home. I followed immediately, and when I reached Casa Grande I found her sitting in her library. I never saw a statue look more like marble.
To really accomplish a feat the egg must crash on the back of the head, and each occupied in attack was easy prey. Chonita was like a child. Two priests were of our party, and she made a target of their shaven crowns, shrieking with delight. They vowed revenge, and chased her all over the house; but not an egg had broken on that golden mane.
"Doña Chonita is of your opinion, coronel, that California was the direct gift of heaven to the Spaniards, and that the Americans cannot have us." Castro raised his glass to the comadre. "Doña Chonita has the loyal bosom of all Californian women.
But he was far from being satisfied with these desultory gains. They sufficed his private wants, but with the great schemes he had in mind he needed gold by the bushel. How to obtain it was a problem which sat on the throne of his mind side by side with Chonita Iturbi y Moncada. He had reason to believe that gold lay under California; but where?
"Come," cried Rotscheff, "we are ready to start." And Estenega sprang to his horse. "I don't envy you," said the Princess Hélène from the veranda, her silveren head barely visible above the furs which enveloped her. "I prefer the fire." "You are warmly clad?" asked Estenega of Chonita. "But you have the blood of the South in your veins."
In the excitement of the first moments little notice was taken of the devoted bailer, who ardently regarded Chonita. Don Juan de la Borrasca was flouting his sixties, fighting for his youth as a parent fights for its young.
It seemed to me the simplest climax for the unfolding drama, although I should have been sorry for Diego. It was Reinaldo's turn to look black, but he devoted himself ostentatiously to Prudencia, who beamed like a child with a stick of candy. Chonita rode between Don Juan de la Borrasca and Adan.
"The most beautiful woman in the Californias, since Chonita Iturbi y Moncada, my Vicente. It is at her uncle's that I stay. You have heard me speak of my old friend; and surely you have heard of her." "Ay!" said De la Vega. "I have heard of her." "Viva El Rayo!" "Ay, the ugly brute!" "What name? Vitriolo? Mother of God! Diablo or Demonio would suit him better.
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