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Estenega spent a half-hour representing in concrete and forcible images the debt which civilization owed to the fact and circulation of gold. The priest replied that California was a proof that commerce could exist by barter; the money in the country was not worth speaking of. "And no progress to speak of in a hundred years," retorted Estenega.
You will stay at Santa Barbara and play the grand seigneur, which suits you very well, or become a prisoner in your own house." And he left the room. An hour later they assembled in the plaza to start for the bear hunt. Reinaldo was not of the party. Estenega lifted Chonita to her horse and stood beside her for a moment while the others mounted.
He felt none of the greed of gold, merely a recognition of its power. "Yes, señor; enough to pay the debt of a nation." "Where are we? Under what hill? I am sorry I had not a compass with me. It was impossible to make any accurate guess of direction in that slanting tunnel. Where is the outlet?" The priest made no reply. Estenega turned to him peremptorily. "Answer me.
Well, when Diego Estenega heard of that, he made his father send to Boston and Mexico for those books and many more, and took them up to his redwood forests in the north, far away from the priests. And they say he had read other books before, although such a lad; his father had brought them from Spain, and never cared much for the priests. And he has been to Mexico and America and Europe!
Estenega, knowing that their hour of destiny was come, and that upon him alone depended its issues, was not the man to hesitate between such happiness as this woman alone could give him, and the gray existence which she in her blindness would have meted to both: his bold will had already taken the future in its relentless grasp.
"Let us talk little of love, señorita: it is a dangerous subject." "But it interests me, and I should like to understand it." "I will explain the subject to you fully, some day. I have a fancy to do that on my own territory, up in the redwoods " "Here is Prudencia." A small black figure swept down the steps of the church. She bowed low to Estenega when he was presented, but uttered no word.
Estenega spurred his horse and galloped around to the back of the hut. In the kitchen, the only other room, huddled an old crone, brown and gnarled like an old apple. She was sleeping; by her side was a bottle of aguardiente. Estenega called loudly to her. "Susana!" The creature stirred, but did not open her eyes. He called twice again, and awakened her.
So Doña Concepcion came to us for a year, and, after, I studied with an instructor who came from Mexico to educate my brother and me." She had no intention of being communicative with Diego Estenega, but his keen reflective gaze confused her, and she took refuge in words. "Doña Eustaquia tells me that, unlike most of our women, you have read many books.
He dropped it and fled to the country." Estenega thanked him and proceeded on his way. He made a circuit to avoid the lower quarter, but saw that it was not abandoned; lights moved here and there. "Poor creatures!" he thought, "they are probably dying like poisoned rats." On the side of the hill by the road was a solitary hut. He was obliged to pass it.
Then in a burst of anger I confessed that I had told Estenega. For a moment I thought her terrible hatred was about to hurl its vengeance at me; but she only asked, "What did he say?" Unwillingly, I repeated it, but word for word. And as I spoke, her face softened, the austerity left her features, an expression of passionate gratitude came into her eyes. "Did he say that, Eustaquia?" "He did."
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