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Updated: June 6, 2025
"Ha!" said he, scowling 'at Mariedetta, who had retreated, her hand upon her bosom. He exhaled a lungful of cigarette smoke through his nostrils fiercely. "You play wit' me, eh?" "No! no!" Mariedetta ran to him, and, seizing his arm, cooed amorously in Spanish. "Bah! Vamos!" Carara flung her from him, and stalked away. "Well, of all the outrageous things!" said Miss Blake.
Already Glass had been declared the undisputed champion of the Atlantic Coast, while Speed on the day previous had wrested from him the championship of the Mississippi Valley. "But Mariedetta is dark!" said the college man, as he cut the cards. "She is almost a mulatto." "Naw! She's no dinge. She's an Aztec, an' them Aztec's is swell people. Say, she can play a guitar like a barber!"
"The idea!" indignantly exclaimed Miss Blake from her hammock. But Mariedetta was not offended. Instead she smiled over her shoulder as she had smiled at her lover an instant before. "Me like you fine. You like pie?"
"It's his afternoon call on Mariedetta, the maid," said Jean. "They meet there twice a day, morning and afternoon." "A lovers' tryst!" breathed Miss Blake, eagerly. "Isn't he graceful and picturesque! Can we watch them?" "'Sh-h! There she comes!" From the opposite direction appeared a slim, swarthy Mexican girl, an Indian water-jug balanced upon her shoulders.
Lawrence Glass was beginning to like New Mexico. Not only did it afford a tinge of romance, discernable in the deep, haunting eyes of Mariedetta, the maid, but it offered an opportunity for financial advancement as, for instance, the purchase of Willie's watch. This timepiece cost the trainer twenty-one dollars, and he sold it to Speed for double the amount, believing in the luck of even numbers.
"Why, she was actually flirting with that Chinaman." "Mariedetta flirts with every man she can find," said Jean, calmly, "but she doesn't mean any harm. She'll marry Carara some time if he doesn't kill her." "Kill her!" Miss Blake's eyes were round. "He wouldn't do that!" "Indeed, yes. He is a Mexican, and he has a terrible temper." Miss Blake sank back into the hammock. "How perfectly dreadful!
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