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Meantime she was smoothing out her riding habit, and looking as fresh and pretty as when she first left her house. "Consita," I said hesitatingly, "you are not angry with me?" "Angry?" she repeated haughtily, without looking at me. "Oh, no! Of a possibility eet is Mees Essmith who is angry that I have interroopt her tête-
I have say, 'Courage, Pancho will come! Then I say, 'No, he is talk with Miss Essmith! I remember not more. I have creep here on the hands. Eet is feenish!" I looked at her distractedly. She smiled tenderly, and slightly smoothed down and rearranged a fold of her dress to cover her delicate little boot. "But," I protested, "you are not much hurt, dearest. You have broken no bones.
When I am gone, you will bring to me the berry to grow upon my tomb, Pancho; the berry you have picked for me. The little flower will come too, the little star will arrive, but Consuelo, who lofe you, she will come not more! When you are happy and talk in the road to the Essmith, you will not think of me.
The little flower will come too, the little star will arrive, but Consuelo, who lofe you, she will come not more! "When you are happy and talk in the road to the Essmith, you will not think of me.
It is not from HER comes thees thing. She have make nothing believe me! I have come upon your assignation with Miss Essmith! I make but to pass you to fly to never come back! I have say to Chu Chu, 'Fly! We fly many miles. Sometimes together, sometimes not so mooch! Sometimes in the saddle, sometimes on the neck! Many things remain in the road; at the end, I myself remain!
It is not from her comes thees thing. She have make nothing believe me! I have come upon your assignation with Miss Essmith! I make but to pass you to fly to never come back! I have say to Chu Chu, 'Fly! We fly many miles. Sometimes together, sometimes not so mooch! Sometimes in the saddle, sometimes on the neck! Many things remain in the road; at the end, I myself remain!
"Swear to me at the instant, Pancho, that you will not again look upon Miss Essmith, even for once." I was simple and literal. Miss Smith was my nearest neighbor, and unless I was stricken with blindness, compliance was impossible. I hesitated but swore. "Enofe you have hesitate I will no more." She rose to her feet with grave deliberation.
I have say, 'Courage, Pancho will come! Then I say, 'No, he is talk with Miss Essmith! I remember not more. I have creep here on the hands. Eet is feenish!" I looked at her distractedly. She smiled tenderly and slightly smoothed down and rearranged a fold of her dress to cover her delicate little boot. "But," I protested, "you are not much hurt, dearest. You have broken no bones.
"No," said Dona Rosita in grave triumph, "he say Essmith. For this Essmith is like Huanson an apodo nothing." "Then you really think this man was your old friend?" asked Demorest. "I think." "And that he was a robber even when living here and that it was not your cruelty that really drove him to take the road?" Dona Rosita shrugged her plump shoulders. "You will not comprehend.
Meantime she was smoothing out her riding-habit, and looking as fresh and pretty as when she first left her house. "Consita," I said hesitatingly, "you are not angry with me?" "Angry?" she repeated haughtily, without looking at me. "Oh, no! Of a possibility eet is Mees Essmith who is angry that I have interroopt her tete-a-tete with you, and have send here my brother to make the same with me."
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