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It was a little thing perhaps, but it was enough for his hot blood and swift-veering impulsive nature. He had just given the final stroke; he was panting, glowing. The people were shouting, rising in their seats, and repeating his name with caressing, applauding epithets attached to it. Chance had brought him near the seat in which she sat, with Jovita and José and the others near her.
She will have none of this bucking brute and swaggering, ragged rider, and I must fain follow him in prose, afoot! It was one o'clock, and yet he had only gained Rattlesnake Hill. For in that time Jovita had rehearsed to him all her imperfections and practised all her vices. Thrice had she stumbled.
Before Jovita and she had arrived, while he was making his small preparations for them, he had seen a bull-fight or so, and no point of detail had escaped his deliberate mind. He always remembered things José. "But you shall go," he said; "you shall go and see for yourself the very next time. It comes next week. We will go and take Jovita." Pepita clapped her hands for joy.
Dick jingled his spurs and swung his riata, Jovita bounded forward, and in another moment they swept into Tuttleville and drew up before the wooden piazza of "The Hotel of All Nations." What transpired that night at Tuttleville is not strictly a part of this record.
She did not come back for a long time, and they did not know where she had gone; but as that was her way when she was in a naughty humor, they were not anxious about her. When she returned at last the moon was shining again, and Jovita was asleep in the shadow of the vines, and José sat on the bench outside the door, smoking.
And then every one would see her beauty, and when she went to mass, or with himself and Jovita to the Prado or the Paseo de la Virgen del Puerto, people would look at her and tell each other how pretty she was, and all this would end in time in a good marriage perhaps. And she would be loved by some nice fellow, and have a home of her own, and be as happy as the day was long.
It makes her angry when one talks of him." But slow as he was, he could not help seeing in time that something was wrong with Pepita. Sometimes she scarcely talked at all, and she did not flame up when Jovita grumbled; it seemed as if she scarcely heard. Her eyes had grown bigger, too, and there was a burning light in them.
He turned his head with a quick movement, and his eyes fell and fastened themselves instantly upon the brilliant little face glowing like some bright flower among those humbler and less blooming. "He looks at you, Pepita," said José. "He looks at you and at Jovita," Pepita answered. And she laughed and turned her face away. But not before Sebastiano had seen it well. It was Fate.
Little Carlos came in and was full of news. "They say that Sebastiano has had great success, and that perhaps he will go to America." "Where is America?" asked Jovita. "It is at the other end of the world, and never yet have the people seen a bull-fight." "Never?" said José, staring. "That is impossible!" "It is true," answered Carlos.
Yet the opposition, after the fashion of most reformers, were casting back to the origin of the trouble in Jovita, and were confounding principles and growth. "If it had not been for her the rule would never have been broken." "If there was to be a cleaning out of the gambling houses, she must go first!"
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