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Bob's letter had described her, to be sure, but he could not be expected to believe that: and he had not heard Miss Lucretia Penniman's speech. And yet he could not tell Jethro that he knew nothing about her, for he was shrewd enough to perceive the drift of the next question. "Kn-know anything against her?" said Jethro. Mr. Worthington leaned back in his chair.
"Only I 'm b-blamed if I jest e-exactly grasp yer s-style. I reckon I 'll kn-know what yer mean s-sometime." Could he have seen clearly he might have marked the swift, hot tears dimming her eyes, but he never dreamed of their presence, for her lips were laughing. "Maybe so, señor, maybe. I glad you not angry, for I no like dat.
"I ne-ne-ne-never de-de-de-deceived an-an-an-anybody," exclaimed Baccarat, imitating the other's defect in pronunciation. "Wh-wh-wh-where is Ro-ro-rocam-bo-bole?" "You ne-ne-never will kn-know."
"You 've m-m-met me as often a-as I h-h-have you," he interrupted, "an' I kn-know I l-love you all right." "Oh, dat vas diff'rent, ver' different," and she tripped back from him, with a coquettish toss of the black head. "Vy not? of course. I vas Mercedes si; vas dat not enough? All de caballeros say dat to me; dey say me ver' pretty girl. You tink dat too, señor?"
Bob's letter had described her, to be sure, but he could not be expected to believe that: and he had not heard Miss Lucretia Penniman's speech. And yet he could not tell Jethro that he knew nothing about her, for he was shrewd enough to perceive the drift of the next question. "Kn-know anything against her?" said Jethro. Mr. Worthington leaned back in his chair.
I-I don't just kn-know how it h-h-happened, it was so blame s-sudden, b-but she 's got her l-l-lasso 'bout me all r-right. But Lord! sh-she 's all fun an' laugh; sh-sh-she don't seem to take n-nothin' serious like, an' you c-can't make much ou-ou-out o' that kind; you n-never know just how to t-take 'em; leastwise, I don't.
Suddenly the poor girl sank backward, her head falling heavily upon his supporting arm, a peculiar shudder twitching her slender form. "Mercedes!" he cried in alarm. "Si, señor," the black eyes still wide open, but her words scarcely audible. "Eet is so hard to see you; maybe de stars hide behin' de cloud, but, but I lofe " "Yes, y-yes, I kn-know."
Bob's letter had described her, to be sure, but he could not be expected to believe that: and he had not heard Miss Lucretia Penniman's speech. And yet he could not tell Jethro that he knew nothing about her, for he was shrewd enough to perceive the drift of the next question. "Kn-know anything against her?" said Jethro. Mr. Worthington leaned back in his chair.
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