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"Two women, unless I'm much mistaken," replied the provost-marshal, and he went on to tell of Mariquita's devotion. "Devotion, indeed," said the general, "but to no purpose, I fear. We have little hope of saving McKay. Lord Raglan is in despair. Prince Gortschakoff refuses distinctly to surrender the poor fellow, or spare his life." "One woman's devotion outmatched by another's reckless greed.
It is said that this particular "caja abierta" was a Marquis de Canete, and if so there is ground for the claim that he was of royal blood; at least some of his far-off ancestors had been related to a former ruling family of Spain. Mariquita's mother knew the exile, since, according to the custom in Filipino families, she looked after the business interests of her husband.
Mariquita's honest face was grave and important. "There is news, señorita," she said. "What is it?" The washing-women had dropped back from the tubs and were listening intently. "Ay!" The oracle drew a long breath. "There is war over there, you know, señorita," she said, making a vague gesture toward the Atlantic states. "Yes, I know. Is it decided? Is the North or the South victorious?
So rich an assortment of expletives, secular and religious, such individuality yet sympathy of comment, had not been called upon for duty since the seventh of July, a year before, when Commodore Sloat had run up the American flag on the Custom-house. Finally they paused to recover breath. Mariquita's young lungs being the first to refill, she demanded of Faquita:
The girl is mine; you gave her to me months ago." "Our promise was conditional on Mariquita's consent," said La Zandunga, with clever evasion. "That you have never been able to obtain." "I should have secured it in time but for this scoundrel who has come between me and my affianced bride.
After she had hurried away the women fairly leaped over one another in their efforts to reach Mariquita's tub. "Tell us, tell us, chiquita," they cried, fearful lest Faquita's snubbing should have turned her sulky, "what dost thou know?" But Mariquita, who had been biting her lips to keep back her story, opened them and spoke fluently. "Ay, my friends!
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