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Updated: October 16, 2026
How dared a woman with hair of gold wear the color of the brunette? It was a theft. It was the last indignity. And once more she chained Reinaldo, in default of Estenega, to her side. And deep in Prudencia's heart wove a scheme of vengeance; the loom and warp had been presented unwittingly by her chivalrous father-in-law.
She recalled drearily the clock-like revolutions of the year which brought bull-fights, races, rodeos, church celebrations; her mother's anecdotes of the Indians; her father's manifold interests, ever the theme of his tongue; Reinaldo's grandiloquent accounts of his exploits and intentions; Prudencia's infinite nothings.
And, amidst the silence of mountain-tops in a snow-storm, he stumbled to his feet and followed her from the room. I could not sleep that night. In spite of the amusement I had felt at Prudencia's coup-d'état, I was oppressed by the chill and foreboding which seemed to emanate from Chonita and pervade the house.
"We have a ball to-night," said Chonita. "Thou wouldst have had word to-day. Thou wilt stay now, no? and not ride those five leagues twice again? I will send for thy gown." "Truly, I will stay, my Chonita. And thou wilt tell me all about thy visit to Monterey, no?" "All? Ay! sure!" Adan kissed both Prudencia's little hands in earnest congratulation.