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"Hold, Inez! are you mad?" "No, Mañuel, but candid; for eight years I have known that I was destined to be your wife, but I never loved you, Mañuel. I do not, and never can, otherwise than as a cousin." In a tone of ill-suppressed range, Nevarro retorted: "My uncle's authority shall compel you to fulfil the engagement! You shall not thus escape me!" "As you please, Señor.
As the mournful cadence died away, she turned, and started with well-feigned surprise on meeting the piercing glance fixed upon her. "Ah, Mañuel!" She held out both hands, with a most amicable expression of countenance. He grasped them, and would have kissed her beautiful lips, but she slipped adroitly to one side "No, no! Mañuel. I'll not permit that till I am Señora Nevarro."
Yet let me tell you, compulsion will not answer. The combined efforts of San Antonio will not avail they may crush, but cannot conquer me." She bowed low, and left the room. Every feature inflamed with wrath, Nevarro snatched his hat, and hurried down the street.
The idols of her youth were neglected and forgotten; one image filled Inez's heart, and before it she poured out all the passionate love of her ardent nature; hence her aversion to a union with Mañuel Nevarro. Dr. Bryant early perceived her attachment; and knowing full well that he could never return it, avoided her society with a delicacy peculiarly his own.
"By the blessed Virgin, if we were not ten to five Mañuel Nevarro would not eat his tortilla in peace. The Captain says we will scatter them like pecans in a high wind." "What bone is there to fight for at Gonzales?" "Cannon, Inez, cannon. Don't you know we sent a thousand men to bring it here, and the white rascal sent five hundred to keep it there. By the Virgin, we will see who gets it!"
For Nevarro, a sort of sisterly feeling was entertained, no warmer affection. Yet she could love intensely. A little sister had waked her tenderness her heart clung to the gentle child, so unlike herself. She sickened, and in a day went down to the tomb: bitter was the grief of Inez, who felt little for her mother, and soon she too took her place in the churchyard. Dr.
"Inez, I can only use one hand, will you assist me in binding this wound?" She attempted to rise, but Nevarro clutched her hand and gasped "Too late too late!" Resolved to do something, if possible, for his relief, Frank beckoned to the Don, who stood near, and with some difficulty they succeeded in passing a bandage round the mouth of the wound.
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