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She would go into a convent before she would sacrifice the traditions of her house. And if you were not at war, and she married you, you would only make her miserably happy." He merely smiled and continued to look me straight in the eyes. I went upstairs and found Chonita reading Landor's "Imaginary Conversations."
Again I shared her room, the thirty rooms and many in the out-buildings were overflowing with guests who had come a hundred leagues or less, and after we had been in bed a half-hour, Chonita, overcome by the insinuating power of that time-honored confessional, told me of her meeting with Estenega at the Mission. I made few comments, but sighed; I knew him so well.
Chonita clapped her hands and ran around the table, pressing to her lips the beautiful white things she quickly segregated, running her hand eagerly over the little slippers, hanging the lace about her shoulders, twisting a rope of garnets in her yellow hair. "Never have they been so beautiful, Eustaquia!
At Bodega Bay he learned that Governor Rotscheff had passed there two days before with a party of guests that he had gone down to Sausalito to meet. Chonita awaited him in the North. A softer mood pressed through the somberness of his spirit, and the candle of hope burned again. Gold must exist elsewhere in California, and he swore anew that it should yield itself to him.
It was so dark here that the horses wandered from the trail and into the brush again and again. Conversation ceased; except for the muffled footfalls of the horses and the speech of the waters there was no sound. Chonita had never known a stillness so profound; the giant trees crowding together seemed to resent intrusion, to menace an eternal silence.
"She have the place that Chonita Iturbi y Moncada have before, and many caballeros want to marry with her, but she no pay much attention; only now I think like Enrique. Ay, he sing so beautiful, Señor, no wonder si she loving him. Serenade her every night, and she love the musica." "It certainly must be that," thought John, "for he hasn't an idea in his head." He did not see her until that night.
He had been there but a short while when he heard a rustle, a light footfall; and, turning, he saw Chonita, unattended, her bare neck and gold hair gleaming against the dark, her train dragging. She was advancing swiftly toward him. His pulses bounded, and he sprang toward her, his arms outstretched; but she waved him back. "Have mercy," she said. "I am alone.
Oh, Mother of God!" He turned to the captain, who was smoking complacently, assured of the issue. "I will let them carry these things home; but to-morrow one-half, at least, comes back." And he stamped wrathfully down the deck. "Send the rest," said Chonita to the captain, "and thou shalt have a bag of gold to-night."
Doña Chonita changed so swiftly from the typical woman of her race to an houri, almost a bacchante, only an extraordinary refinement of nature kept her this side of the line, that an American would be tempted to call her eccentric." Alvarado lifted his hand and pointed through the window to the stars. "The golden coals in the blue fire of heaven are not higher above censure," he said.
She raised her soft brown eyes out of which the coquettish sparkle had gone. "Beautiful! Beautiful!" she cried. "And so smart, Don Diego. He beats the air with his little fists, and Holy Mary, I swear it! he winks one eye when I tickle him." Estenega sauntered down the garden endeavoring to imagine Chonita fat and classified. He could not.
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