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He would scarcely wish a railroad conductor to address the daughter of President Garavel." "Oh, I've been promoted since I was out here last. Anyhow, I guess my dad is pretty nearly as good as anybody in Panama." "He is, then, of blue blood?" "No! Red." "Oh, but a gentleman!" "He is now. He used to be a brakeman." "You appear to be-proud of such a thing! How strange!
"I didn't know she had yielded. In fact, I haven't had a chance to talk to her." "But she has. Mr. Garavel told me not an hour ago that as soon as he explained his wishes she consented to marry Ramon without a protest." "A refusal would have meant the death of the old man's chances, I presume. She acted quite dutifully." "Yes. If she had refused Ramon, I doubt if we could have saved her father.
There was a scene of violence, the other man made threats." Garavel breathed an incredulous exclamation. "Ah, but wait! It was Senor Cortlan's best friend, too, the man for whom he had accomplished many favors whom he accused." He noted with mingled anger and satisfaction the pallor that was creeping into the girl's cheeks. "You would never guess.
Of course, it gave me an awful scare, and I lost no time in learning if it was true. Thank God, he had sense enough not to do that!" "Then you don't know?" "Know what?" "That he is married." "DAMNATION!" roared Anthony, furiously. She nodded. "A Miss Garavel. They were married a week ago." She broke down miserably and hid her face in her hands.
"We assume foreign airs and customs that please us and forget to retain our own, while you well, with Germans you are German, with Englishmen you are English, and yet you never forget to be Spaniards." The banker smiled. "My daughter has had a wide education for a child. She has travelled, she speaks five languages and yet, underneath it all she is a Garavel and hence a Panamanian.
Ramon Alfarez was beside her, and the two were chatting with an appearance of intimacy that made him furious. Close at hand stood Garavel, deep in conversation with Colonel Jolson. "Ah, Ramon, I wish you to meet Mr. Anthony," said Gertrudis. "So! You have met before?" "In Colon," Kirk explained, while Alfarez scorched him with his eyes. "Mr. Alfarez was very hospitable to me."
On inspection, Clifford proved to bear no resemblance whatever to Williams, nor did he seem to have any concealed design. He was a good sort, apparently, with a knack of making himself agreeable, and in the weeks that followed he and Kirk became quite friendly. Meanwhile, no word had come from Senor Garavel, and Kirk was beginning to fret.
Senorita Garavel would have no cause to regret her father's presidency." "Oh, it is useless to argue," smiled the Spaniard. "I am weak. I am human. I am also patriotic, and I realize that our little country must look to your great one for its stimulus. Our life must be moulded after yours.
Ramon had not counted upon such a spirit, and, his anger getting the better of him, he sneered: "I should not have spoken. I did not know you still care." "She does not care," Garavel declared, loudly. "Ah, but I do. I love him very dearly." The two men were upon their feet in an instant, staring at her, the elder in amazement, the younger with rage and resentment blazing from his countenance.
She could be Spanish enough when she chose, he perceived, and he felt, as he was intended to feel, that the little lady of quality he had met to-night would be much harder to win than the girl of the woods. The plague of it was that, if anything, he was more in love with the definite and dazzling Gertrudis Garavel than he had been with the mysteriously alluring Chiquita.
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