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Updated: June 8, 2025
Thunderclouds were those heavy brows, lowered to the lightning which sprang from depths below. I looked again at Chonita. The pink color was in her marble face; pinker were her carven lips. "God of my soul!" I said to Estenega. "Go home." "My Prudencia," said Don Guillermo.
Donna Prudencia did not think it necessary to kiss her, but she shook her warmly by the hand, telling her that she was a good girl, and fit to be a Yankee, a compliment which Manuela hardly appreciated. As for Rita, she kissed the girl on both cheeks, and stood holding her hands, gazing at her with wistful eyes. "Ah, Manuela," she cried; "I must not begrudge it to you.
She gathered the mass of stuff in her arms and staggered up the companion-way. I followed, leaving Prudencia raking the trove her short arms would not hold. "Ay, my Chonita!" she wailed, "I cannot carry that big piece of pink satin and that vase. And I have only two pairs of slippers and one fan. Ay, Cho-n-i-i-ta, look at those shawls! Mother of God, suppose Valencia Menendez comes "
It seemed to me the simplest climax for the unfolding drama, although I should have been sorry for Diego. It was Reinaldo's turn to look black, but he devoted himself ostentatiously to Prudencia, who beamed like a child with a stick of candy. Chonita rode between Don Juan de la Borrasca and Adan.
To-day, while Donna Prudencia and I were in the forest, a Spanish guerrilla came here, looking for me. Don Diego Moreno was in command. He is a friend of my stepmother's. I know him, a cold, hateful man. If he had found me " she shuddered. "I know Diego Moreno, too," said Delmonte; and his brow darkened. "He is not fit to look at you, much less to speak to you.
The Indian servants brought the horses to the door, and they rode down the valley to Casa Grande. The guests of Casa Grande there were many besides Alvarado and his party; the house was full again were gathered with the family on the corridor as Estenega, Chonita, and Prudencia dismounted at the extreme end of the court-yard.
The sky was blue without fleck of cloud, the sun like the open mouth of a furnace of boiling gold, the air as warm and sweet and drowsy as if it never had come in shock with human care. Prudencia sat on the green bench, drawing threads in a fine linen smock, her small face rosy with contentment. "Why dost thou wear that black gown this beautiful morning?" she demanded, suddenly.
Soon after, Donna Prudencia appeared, with bedroom candles, and stood looking benevolently at the two young people. "I expect you've been having a good visit," she said. "Well, there's an end to all, and it's past ten o'clock, Miss Margaritty." Rita rose with some reluctance; nor did Captain Delmonte seem enthusiastic on the subject of going to bed. "Such a beautiful night!" he said.
"Let us talk little of love, señorita: it is a dangerous subject." "But it interests me, and I should like to understand it." "I will explain the subject to you fully, some day. I have a fancy to do that on my own territory, up in the redwoods " "Here is Prudencia." A small black figure swept down the steps of the church. She bowed low to Estenega when he was presented, but uttered no word.
I would not have thee hate even an Estenega, although I cannot love them myself. But we will not talk of the Estenegas. Dost thou realize that our Reinaldo will be with us this night? We must all go to confession to-morrow, thy mother and myself, Eustaquia, Reinaldo, Prudencia, and thyself." Chonita's face became rigid. "I cannot go to confession," she said.
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