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It was buried with her. She was a pretty child Sarita but she had always lived in the country and knew nothing." "I have always lived in the country and I know nothing," said Pepita, mocking him with her great eyes; "but I can help anything I choose. It should be the others who cannot help it."
I walked with them to the door, as I did not fancy a certain glitter in the black eyes of the Senoritas Manuela and Pepita, who were watching her curiously. But I think she was as oblivious of this as she was of Enriquez' particular attentions. As we reached the street I felt that I ought to say something more.
The shadow hesitated, darted across the white space, and José, seeing it in the full light, uttered a cry, and started in pursuit. In but a few moments he had reached it and held it by the arm, feeling all the slender body breathless and panting. "Pepita!" he cried. "It is you?" She let the mantilla drop from her face and stood and looked at him.
She is always cross, but she does not wish to go home. She met an old woman she knew in her young days, and is enjoying herself very much." "Why did you say it?" asked Isabella, with simple wonder. "Because I wished to go home myself." "Truly!" said Isabella. "Why is that?" "I am not entertained so much to-day," answered Pepita. "We will make it more amusing," said Sebastiano, eagerly.
Sometimes he would playfully ruffle her feathers, and she would respond by turning to him so coquettishly that they would touch their bills together, so the hours would as they billed and cooed in their love-making. It was Maria who named the dainty little mate, calling her Pepita, from the first time she saw her by Chico's side.
"Ah, BUENO! Then it is Pepita Ramirez, you see," she said, tapping her bodice with one little finger, "all the same; the niece from Manuel Garcia, who keeps the Mission garden and lif there. And you?" "My name is Masterton." "How mooch?" "Masterton," he repeated.
"So next morning off we started, and by ten o'clock we rode up to the door of the place which Rube said answered to the description Pepita had given him. It was a pretty place, with trees round it, and might have been the residence of a small proprietor such as Pepita had described her father to be.
He was rather afraid to admit that he himself had enjoyed the magnificent honor of seeing this great hero out of the ring; that through a quite miraculous favor he had even been allowed to speak to him and to hear him speak as he stood, the centre of a circle of admirers in a wine-shop. He had been saving this to tell Pepita, but now he thought it well to save it a little longer.
With his field-glass he could distinguish every action of the tragedy which was being enacted on the plain. Pepita, entirely stripped of her clothing, was already bound to the sapling which stood by the side of the rivulet, and twenty or thirty of the Apaches were dancing around her in a circle, each one approaching her in turn, howling in her ears and spitting in her face.
He came down the road with a drooping head and a slow and heavy step. When he sat down to his food he ate but little, and as he bent over his soup he heard Jovita scolding. "It is gone," she was saying. "You took it, and have thrown it away." "Was it not mine?" said Pepita. "It was mine. I cared nothing for it, and have done what I chose with it." José lifted his head and listened.
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