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I thought she was both," replied Ned carelessly, and then he went off toward the hammock. I turned away after noting Christine's cool greeting, and went back to the boat. Felipa came bounding to meet me. "What is his name?" she demanded. "Bowne." "Buon Buona: I cannot say it." "Bowne, child Edward Bowne." "Oh! Eduardo: I know that. Eduardo Eduardo a name of honey."
Their words had been cold as ice, cutting as steel, and I said to myself, "At any moment." There would be a deadly struggle, and then Christine would yield. Even I comprehended something of what that yielding would be. There are beautiful velvety panthers in the Asian forests, and in real life too, sometimes. "Why do they hate each other so?" Felipa said to me sadly. "Do they hate each other?"
When she returned at luncheon she further astonished the young people by casually informing them they would have Spanish visitors to dinner namely, their neighbors, Donna Maria Amador and the Dona Felipa Peralta. Both faces were turned eagerly towards her; both said almost in the same breath, "But, Aunt Viney! you don't know them! However did you What does it all mean?"
"Yes," said Felipa, "I want to go; and still Perhaps if the gracious señora would kiss me again " Christine only patted her cheek and told her to run away: she obeyed, but there was a wistful look in her eyes, and even after the boat had started her face, watching us from the stern, haunted me.
But this had been translated as above by Edward Bowne when Felipa suddenly descended upon him one day and demanded to be instantly told what the gracious lady was saying about her; for she seemed to know by intuition when we spoke of her, although we talked in English and mentioned no names. When told, her small face beamed, and she kissed Christine's hand joyfully and bounded away.
Dona Felipa, when the story was again referred to, smiled discreetly, but was apparently too preoccupied with the return of Don Jose's absent nephew for further gossiping visits to the hacienda; and Dick and Cecily, as Mr. and Mrs. Bracy, would seem to have survived if they never really solved the mystery of the Hacienda de los Osos.
Seems to me I have seen that old dog, though." "Of course you have: he was in the boat with you, and so was Felipa, but she was dressed in boy's clothes, and that gives her a different look." "Oh! that boy? I remember him. His name is Philip. He is a funny little fellow," said Edward calmly. "Her name is Felipa, and she is not a boy or a funny little fellow at all," I replied. "Isn't she?
"We don't," the girl replied with emphasis; "there's a shorter cut." "Where?" "That's telling," she answered shortly. "What's your name?" asked Lance, after a steep scramble and a drop into the ravine. "Flip." "What?" "Flip." "I mean your first name, your front name." "Flip." "Flip! Oh, short for Felipa!" "It ain't Flipper, it's Flip." And she relapsed into silence.
Felipa sat on the edge of the low, square-curbed Spanish well, and Drollo stood behind her, his great yellow body and solemn head serving as a background.
If Christine had been looking from her window, she might have thought he was not especially disconsolate over her absence; but she was not looking. She was never looking out of anything or for anybody. She was always serenely content where she was. Edward and Felipa strayed off among the pine trees, and gradually I lost sight of them.
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