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There, in fact, she had so often laughed at his feverish protestations. The door was closed; but through a half-opened window he could see a patch of silk; a woman's back, bending slightly forward over the music. As Rafael came up a dog began to bark at the end of the garden. Some hens that had been scratching about in sand of the drive, scampered off cackling with fright. The music stopped.
And weeping softly, she took his head in her hands, pressed her lips to his, and then fell back in her seat with eyes distended, maddened with the joy of that kiss. "I belong to you, Rafael! Yours ... but forever. I have always loved you from the first, but now ... I adore you.... For the first time in my life I say that with all my soul."
In modern times, during the last hundred years or more, but little thought has been given to the care of these old papers which are so precious to such as Don Rafael and yourself because of their antiquarian value, and which are still more precious to me because they tell of the sowing among the heathen of the seed of God's own Word.
As they stood looking at the great beds of lava which poured down the sides of the mountain many years ago, Edith exclaimed, "How can any one dare to live near the volcano?" Rafael turned to a peasant whose little farm was not far away, and asked him if he ever felt free from danger. "Ah, no!" the man answered, lifting sad eyes and hands to heaven.
Besides, doña Bernarda invited Remedios to the Brull place frequently, and rarely indeed did Rafael come home of an afternoon without finding that timid maiden there a dull, handsomish sort of girl, dressed up in clothes that did cruel injustice to a peasant beauty rapidly transformed, by her father's good luck, into a young "society" girl. "But, mama," said Rafael, smiling.
When Rafael Gasset returned from Habana, he came and asked me for some data showing the proportion of Cubans holding office under our Government. I asked him, as a preliminary question, for a definition of what we were to understand by "Cuban" and what by "Peninsular."
"I could, if you'd go with me; but horse-stealing is just the one thing I agreed not to do." "You might go with him, Rafael," said Roldan. "You would get there after dark if you started now; and even if the vaqueros were not asleep they would not call your father." "And I could send a message to my parents," said Rafael, eagerly. "Then they would not worry. Yes, I will go.
"Ah, it is you, Arillaga," he said very sadly, as the moonlight struck across Felipe's face. "I had hoped never to see you again." "Buelna," demanded Felipe. "I have something to say to her, and to the padron." "Too late, senor." "My God, dead?" "As good as dead." "Rafael, tell me all. I have come to set everything straight again. On my honour, I have been misjudged. Is Buelna well?" "Listen.
He changed a twenty-dollar bill into nickles, dimes and quarters, returned to the hot, ill-smelling telephone booth and proceeded to lay down a barrage of telephone calls to the B. Cohns of all towns of any importance contiguous to San Francisco Bay. And he was lucky. On the sixth call he located the particular B. Cohn in San Rafael, only to be informed by Mr. Cohn's cook that Mr.
And recalling those trips down the river about which Rafael had told her so many times when they were only friends that islet with its curtains of reeds, the willows bending over the water and the nightingale singing from its hiding-place she had asked him, eagerly: "What night are you going to take me there?
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