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Updated: June 1, 2025
"No, I shall go on as I am, even at a sacrifice to myself. I love Don Esteban's children as my very own; and you, senora " Isabel knew that she must win a complete victory at once or accept irretrievable defeat, "Never!" she interrupted, with a tone of finality. "I can't accept your sacrifice. I am not worthy. Kindly arrange to turn over your books of account at once.
Nor did the other slaves venture to approach him to offer sympathy or succor. They passed with heads averted and with fear in their hearts. Since Don Esteban's nerves, or perhaps it was his conscience, did not permit him to sleep, he arose about noon-time and dressed himself.
Now it did not occur to Cueto really to doubt the boy's innocence, though the circumstances of Dona Isabel's death were suspicious enough to raise a question in any mind; but in view of Esteban's threat he thought it wise to protect himself by setting a back- fire. It was with some such vague idea in his head that he turned to the sunken garden as the first gray light of dawn appeared.
Esteban's guests fought as much for their lives as for vengeance upon the slayer, for Sebastian was like a gorilla; he seemed intent upon killing them all. He vented his fury upon whatever came within his reach; he struck at men and animals alike, and the shrieks of wounded horses added to the din. It was a frightful combat.
She heard besides Esteban's voice speaking amiably and Shere's making amiable replies. The sharp hard clatter upon the stones softened into the duller thud upon the road; the voices became fainter and lost their character. Then one clear "good-night" rang out loudly, and was followed by the quick beats of a horse trotting. Christina slowly closed the window and turned her eyes upon the room.
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