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"Thou heartless baby!" cried her indignant aunt, "when I love thee so, and bring thy notes at the risk of my life, for thou knowest that thy mother would pull the hair from my head. Thou little brat! to say I could not marry, when I had twenty " Eulogia jumped up and pecked her on the chin like a bird. "Twenty-five, my old mountain. I only joked with thee.
"Dost thou never intend to marry?" demanded Doña Pomposa one day, as she stood over the kitchen stove stirring red peppers into a saucepan full of lard. Eulogia was sitting on the table swinging her small feet. "Why do you wish me to marry? I am well enough as I am. Was Elena Castañares so happy with the man who was mad for her that I should hasten to be a neglected wife? Poor my Elena!
"Negro tienes el cabello, Talle lineas hermosas, Mano blanca, pie precioso, No hay que decir en ti: Tu eres la mas hermosa, Tu eres la luz del dia, Tu eres la prenda mía, Tu me harás morir. "Que importa que noche y dia, En ti sola estoy pensando, El corazón palpitante No cesa de repetir: Tu eres la mas hermosa, Tu eres la luz del dia, Tu eres la prenda mía, Tu me harás morir Eulogia!"
You will tell her I think of her, no?" "I will dance with her often because she is your friend until I return to San Luis Obispo." "Will that be soon, señor?" "I told thee that would be as soon as thou wished. Thou wilt answer my letter promise me, Eulogia." "I will not, señor. I intend to be wiser than other women. At the very least, my follies shall not burn paper.
Don Pablo sat by Eulogia, a place he very often managed to fill; but he never had seen her for a moment alone. "I must go soon, Eulogia," he murmured, as the voices waxed louder. "Duty calls me back to Monterey." "I am glad to know thou hast a sense of thy duty." "Nothing but that would take me away from San Luis Obispo. But both my mother and and a dear friend are ill, and wish to see me."
Once a horseman dashed down the street, and Eulogia wondered if murder had been done in the mountains; the bandits were thick in their fastnesses. She did wish she could see one. Then she glanced eagerly down the road beneath her window. In spite of the wisdom she had accepted from the French romanticist, her fancy was just a little touched by Juan Tornel.
The next day Eulogia was sitting on her window-seat, her chin resting on her knees, a volume of Dumas beside her, when the door was cautiously opened and her Aunt Anastacia entered the room. Aunt Anastacia was very large; in fact she nearly filled the doorway; she also disdained whalebones and walked with a slight roll.
But I am not in love with Don Abel Hudson if thou art so set against him. It is true that no one knows just who he is, now I think of it. I had not made up my mind that he was the husband for thee. But let it be an American, my Eulogia. Even when they have no money they will work for it, and that is what no Californian will do "
"No no!" cried the two older women, but in truth they were too terrified not to submit. Power swung himself mechanically over the wheel, and lay on the floor of the wagon. Eulogia, in spite of a protesting whimper from Aunt Anastacia, loosened that good dame's ample outer skirt and threw it over the fallen bandit.
The night was calm, the moon was high, the party very gay. Abel Hudson and the newcomer, Don Tomas Garfias, sat on either side of Eulogia, and she amused herself at the expense of both. "Don Tomas says that he is handsomer than the men of San Luis," she said to Hudson. "Do not you think he is right? See what a beautiful curl his mustachios have, and what a droop his eyelids.
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