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She bore a whole two months of wandering very well; she had that power of resistance to fatigue which one discovers here and there in some quite frail-looking women with surprise like a state of possession by a remarkably stubborn spirit. Don Pepe the old Costaguana major after much display of solicitude for the delicate lady, had ended by conferring upon her the name of the "Never-tired Senora."
Don't you hear a noise?" Both were silent. The anxiety with which they listened made the silence intense. "Don't you hear any thing, Pepe?" "Absolutely nothing." "Pay attention. There, there it is again. It is a noise that sounds as if it might be either very, very distant, or very near. It might either be my mother's breathing or the creaking of the vane on the tower of the cathedral. Ah!
"Well, Pepe, they are but seventeen now!" continued Bois-Rose, in a tone of triumph. "Oh! we may succeed, if they do not get reinforcements." "That is a chance and a terrible one; but our lives are in God's hands," replied Bois-Rose. "Tell me, friend!" said he to Gayferos, "you probably belong to the camp of Don Estevan?" "Do you know him then?" said the wounded man, in a feeble voice.
When the hour of dinner arrived, after coming to an agreement with Pinzon regarding the plan to be pursued, the first condition of which was that the friends should pretend not to know each other, Pepe Rey went to the dining-room. There he found his aunt, who had just returned from the cathedral where she had spent the morning as was her habit.
Silence again resumed its reign; but as Bois-Rose thought of the terrible denouement he clutched convulsively at some of the trunks of the dead trees, and under his powerful grasp the islet trembled as though about to be torn from its base. "Ah! the wretches! the demons!" cried Pepe, with a sudden explosion of rage. "Look yonder!"
Ellen's spirit was low this morning; her blood ran sluggishly; she had to fight a mournful tendency to feel sorry for herself. And at first she was not very successful. There seemed to be some kind of pleasure in reveling in melancholy which her common sense told her had no reason for existence. But states of mind persisted in spite of common sense. "Pepe, when is Antonio comin' back?" she asked.
To bring about this contingency, he went on the very next night, and requested to be once more placed on the post of Ensenada. His wish was gratified; and while Don Lucas believed him asleep as usual, Pepe kept wide awake, as on the preceding night. We shall leave him at his post, while we recount what was taking place off the coast not far from the Ensenada.
In a few minutes, Mariano hastened his step with nervous impatience, he stopped talking and Cotoner followed him with an ill-humored expression, humming between his teeth. When they reached the Cibeles, the old painter knew that their walk was nearly over. "I'll see you to-morrow, Pepe, I'm going this way. I've got to see the countess."
"Yes," replied Bois-Rose, "it was a grand idea, Pepe; in the trouble of my mind I should not have thought of it, and yet it was such a simple thing." "Simple ideas are always the last to present themselves," rejoined Pepe.
The agitation of Pepe Rey's mind was so great that, notwithstanding his natural prudence and moderation, he was unable to conceal it. "There! I see that you are angry," said Dona Perfecta, casting down her eyes and clasping her hands. "I am very sorry. If I had known that you would have taken it in that way, I should not have spoken to you. Pepe, I ask your pardon."
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