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When thrown accidentally into her presence, his manner was frank, kind, and brotherly. Inez did not deceive herself for a moment by supposing that he would ever return her love. She knew too well the nature of the barrier which intervened.
Even Donna Inez grew eloquent, and told the widow how she had defended Sir Frank against the American skipper. "What a dreadfully wicked man!" said Mrs. Jasher, when in possession of all the facts. "I really believe that he did kill poor Sidney." "No," said Lucy decisively, "I don't think that.
"As you no doubt know," resumed the Senora, "no one has had the secret of the hiding-place. It has been by mere tradition that they were going to dig. That secret, you may know or may not know now, was in reality contained in the inscriptions on an old Inca dagger." Inez shuddered at the mention of the weapon, a shudder that was not lost on the Senora.
The matchmaker in return agreed as heartily with him, and grew reminiscent. "In the spring of '51," said he, "I made the match between Tiburcio and Doña Inez, father and mother of Juana. Tiburcio was a vaquero of mine at the time, Inez being a Mission girl, and I have taken a great interest in the couple ever since. All their children were born here and still live on the ranch.
She had been riding alone, as usual, and on the return home her horse had taken the wrong road. The storm became more and more violent; the lightning nearly blinded us, and terrified our horses. The rain now began to pour down in torrents, and it was impossible for Inez to retain her seat in the saddle.
"Then we'll knock," threatened Jane, as she pressed the little button over the "treatment hours" sign. They waited. There were Jane, Dozia, Velma, Winifred, Janet and Inez, six palpitating girls, each taking inventory of her possible beauty spots that might need touching up. Even Dol Vin would succumb to such an onslaught of orders, but
To our surprise, on the steps of the Chemistry Building, as we approached, we saw Inez Mendoza already waiting for us in a high state of agitation. Her face was pale, and her voice trembled as she greeted us. "Such a dreadful thing has come to me," she cried, even before Kennedy could ask her what the trouble was. From her handbag she drew out a crumpled, dirty piece of paper in an envelope.
"You know Mr. Whitney, I suppose?" "Not very well," she answered. "Of course, I have met him. He has been to visit my father, and my father has been down at his office, with Mr. Lockwood. But I do not know much about him, except that he is what you Americans call a promoter." Apparently, Inez was endeavouring to be frank in telling her suspicions, much more so even than Norton had been.
As, by degrees, he conquered the mutual embarrassment that kept them asunder, he ventured to accompany Inez in some of her songs. He had a voice full of fire and tenderness: as he sang, one would have thought, from the kindling blushes of his companion, that he had been pleading his own passion in her ear. Let those who would keep two youthful hearts asunder, beware of music.
I am not a sailor or a trapper like those ruffians below. Nor a keeper of shops. Senorita, I will give up gambling and become a ranchero. If " he stammered, "If I " Inez Windham took a backward step. Her breath came sharply. In this man's absurd confusion there was written plainer than his uncompleted words could phrase it, what he meant.
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