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The wretch, then, had betrayed his friend." "He is indeed a villain. That much I have always known." "It is a lie!" said the girl, quietly. She had risen and was standing straight, a tragic little figure. "Gertrudis!" her father admonished. "You hear what Ramon has said." "Yes!" said Ramon. "He deceived Senor Cortlan' very nicely; it had been going on for months." "It is a lie!" she repeated.
"But it is not true," maintained the girl, simply, and her eyes were as steady as altar flames. "Eh? Well! He is in the barracks at this moment," snarled Ramon, "and there he shall remain, I promise you, until he goes to Chiriqui or " Gertrudis turned to her father. "Take me to him, please. I must go at once to the Carcel." But he only answered her with a stare of amazement.
Cortlandt confirmed it, and, cursing his luck, he sought distraction where he could most easily find it. In the days that followed he saw nothing of Gertrudis, but a good deal of Edith Cortlandt. She had redeemed her promise of getting him a good horse-something rare in this country-and he was grateful for the exercise, which came as a welcome relief from his indoor toil.
Last night, after the ball, he had a serious quarrel one of those American fights, almost. That much is known." Gertrudis, who had remained silent until now, her dark eyes clouded with distress, said, sympathetically: "And the poor lady! She must suffer terribly." "Ah, perhaps! One cannot always tell!" Ramon shrugged and smiled. "What do you mean?" cried Garavel. "This quarrel you speak of?
I came to you when I was married and asked you to take me; I'll do the same with you now." "You don't know what you're saying. You're hysterical, Mrs. Cortlandt. I love Gertrudis so deeply that there's no room in me for anything else, and never will be.
"You need have no fear that it will cause serious trouble between you and the General," Mrs. Cortlandt assured Garavel. "Ramon should be able to effect peace, no matter what happens." "Ah, I am not so sure that there will be a marriage between Gertrudis and him. Young ladies are most uncertain when allowed the slightest liberty." "Is she growing rebellious?" Cortlandt inquired.
She was quite right; and on the whole he was grateful to her. "Concha," said Sturgis abruptly, "will you marry me?" Concha, who was sitting in the shade of the rose vines on the corridor making a dress for Gertrudis Rudisinda, ran the needle into her finger. "Madre de Dios!" she cried angrily.
Cortlandt checked him, saying, quietly: "That is all right as far as it goes, but you forget the other young man." Garavel paused in his heavy strides across the room. "Eh? How so? Gertrudis will not marry this Anthony." "Perhaps she loves him." "Love is a fancy, a something seen through a distant haze, an illusion which vanishes with the sun.
Besides, despite his frequent protestations to the contrary, he was somewhat influenced by his daughter's desire for more liberty. It was not fair to her, he thought in his heart, that she should know only Ramon. One reason especially appealed to his pride. If a break came between him and Alfarez, Ramon must not appear to have jilted Gertrudis.
"He loved no one but me." "Gertrudis!" The banker was shocked beyond measure at what he considered his daughter's jealousy. "Those are not nice words. He told you so, yes; but if he would betray his best friend, he would deceive you also. It was our great good-fortune to be done with him in time. You will see now that I did well in sending him off eh, Chiquita?" "No! I do not believe you."
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