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Updated: June 29, 2025
"We shall then have freedom from the constant war of opposing factions. If General Castro and Governor Pico are not calling Juntas in which to denounce each other, a Carillo is pitting his ambition against an Alvarado. The Gringos will rule us lightly and bring us peace. They will not disturb our grants, and will give us rich prices for our lands " "Oh, fool!" interrupted Doña Eustaquia.
"Stop!" cried Doña Eustaquia, springing to her feet. Her face still burned with the bitter experience of the morning. "Tell me of no more lying promises! They will keep their word! Ay, I do not doubt but they will take advantage of our ignorance, with their Yankee sharpness! I know them! Do not speak of them to me again. If it must be, it must; and at least I have thee."
The wash-tub mail had made too few mistakes in its history to admit of doubt being cast upon the assertion of one of its officials. "I hear Captain Brotherton read from a letter to Doña Eustaquia. Ay, they are happy!" "When?" "Two hours ago." "Then we know before the town like always." "Surely. Do we not know all things first? Hist!"
Eustaquia jerked down his ear and whispered, "She took her to a cave in the mountains and pushed her in, and rolled a huge stone as big as a house before the entrance, and there she will leave her till she is thirty or dead!" "Good God! Does your civilization, such as you've got, permit such things?" "The mother may discipline the child as she will. It is not the business of the Alcalde.
So, it is better we are good friends than poor ones; and and my house is open to you, señor." Russell was a young man of acute perceptions; moreover, he had heard of Doña Eustaquia; he divined in part the mighty effort by which good breeding and philosophy had conquered bitter resentment. He raised the little white hand to his lips. "I would that I were twenty men, señora.
"I must tell Benicia," he said, "but it is you who should do that." "She betray me, my friend." "Oh, Eustaquia, make allowance for the lightness of youth. She barely realized what she did. But she loves him now, and suffers bitterly. She should be with you." "Ay! She suffer for another! She love a strange man an American better than her mother! And it is I who would die for her!
"Religion is my solace," she said, "my only one; for I have not a brain of iron nor a soul of fire like thine. And, Eustaquia, I have more cause to pray to-night." "It is true, then, that José is in retreat? Ay, Mary!" "My husband, deserted by all but one hundred men, is flying southward from San Juan Bautista. I have it from the wash-tub mail. That never is wrong." "Ingrates! Traitors!
We have lived in Arcadia ingrates that you are to complain they will run over us like ants and sting us to death!" "That is the prediction of my husband," said Doña Modeste. "Liberty, Independence, Decency, Honour, how long will they be his watch-words?" "Not a day longer!" cried Doña Eustaquia, "for the men of California are cowards." "Cowards! We? No man should say that to us!"
You can have beautiful silks and crêpes from America. I buy of you." "Thanks," he said grimly. "You would put a dunce cap on poor America, and stand her in a corner. If I resign, Doña Eustaquia, it will be to become a ranchero, not a shopkeeper. To tell the truth, I have little desire to leave California again."
Ay, you cold Americans! Never you know how a mother can love her child." "The Americans know how to love, señora. And Benicia was thoroughly spoiled by her devoted mother. She was carried away by her wild spirits, nothing more." "Then much better she live on them now." Doña Eustaquia sat with her profile against the light.
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