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Antonia awakened her with a kiss. "Come, queridita, and get your dinner." "But is it possible? I thought Fray Ignatius had forbidden it." "He cannot forbid me to wait upon you, my darling one. And he cannot turn the flour into dust, and the meat into stone. There is a good dinner ready; and you are hungry, no doubt." "For three hours I have been faint. Ah! you have made me a custard also!
"What a great enjoyment it will be for me to see him again!" "And how delighted he will be! And as it is necessary that we go, Isabel, we must make the best of the necessity. Try and get mi madre to feel this." "I can do that with a few words, and tears, and kisses. Mi madre is like one's good angel very easy to persuade." "And now we must try and sleep, queridita."
For this confidence had shown them how firmly the refuge of the convent had been planted in the anxious ideas of the Senora. Fortunately, the cold had driven the servants either to the kitchen fire or to their beds, and they could talk over the subject without fear of interference. "Are you sleepy, queridita?" "I think I shall never go to sleep again, Antonia.
If Our Lady will grant me this miraculous favor, I will always afterwards be exceedingly religious. I will give all my desires to the other world." "Dearest Maria, God did not put us in this world to be always desiring another. There is no need, mi queridita, to give up this life as a bad affair. We shall be very happy again, soon. "As you say. If I could only see Jack!
No father could have resisted her pretty ways, her kisses, her endearments, her coaxing diminutives of speech, her childlike loveliness and simplicity. "What is making you so happy, Queridita?" "Mi madre says there is perhaps to be a bullfeast this winter. Holy Virgin, think of it! That is the one thing I long to see!"
How I sorrow because I was cross to him! My precious one! My good son, who always loved me so dearly!" At length Isabel came in to weep in her mother's arms. "Luis is going away," she cried. The father felt a momentary keen pang of jealousy. "I am going also, queridita," he said mournfully. Then she threw her arms around his neck and bewailed her bad fortune.
You think of no one; and, as for my dresses, and mantillas, I dare say Fray Ignatius has sold, or burned them." "Queridita! Was I cruel? Luis is well. He has not a scratch. He was in the front of the battle, too." "THAT, of course. Would you imagine that Luis would be at the rear? He is General Houston's friend, and one lion knows another lion." "Pretty one, do not be angry with me.
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