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Did not I dream that the good captain would bring pink silk stockings? and are they not my own this minute?" And she thrust a diminutive foot from beneath the hem of her gown, regarding it with admiration. "And did not I dream that Tomaso and Liseta would marry? What was thy dream, my Chonita?" "I do not know what the first part was; something very sad.
I keep thinking of you dead wife, and you frighten me." "Don't you think, Voldemar, that Liseta plays charmingly?" Marya Dmitrievna was saying at that moment to Panshin. "Yes," answered Panshin, "very charmingly." Marya Dmitrievna looked tenderly at her young partner, but the latter assumed a still more important and care-worn air and called fourteen kings.
Prudencia did not know whether to cry or not. Doña Trinidad, who never thought of replying to her daughter, said, "Chonita mia, Liseta and Tomaso wish to marry, and thy father will give them the little house by the creek." "Yes, mamacita?" said Chonita, absently: she felt no interest in the loves of the Indians.
Or the grave Dorotea would whisper: 'Convey to this Senor Presumptuous Pomposo that the daughters of Guitierrez do not ride alone with strangers! Or even the little Liseta would say, he! he! 'Why does the stranger press my foot in his great hand when he helps me into the saddle? Tell him that is not the way, Pereo. Ha! ha!" He laughed childishly, and stopped.
Faquita sat beside her with bowed head. An aged crone brewed herbs over a stove. The dingy little house faced the hills and was dimly lighted by the fading rays of the sun struggling through the dark pine woods. "Holy Mary, Faquita!" said Francesca, in a loud whisper. "Does Liseta die?" Faquita sprang to her feet. Her cross old face was drawn with misery.
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