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At length they reached the top landing, and stood before the single door there. It was of stout oak, heavy and ponderous. "This is your father's room," whispered Rafaela. So near to a successful conclusion of his adventure, Jack's heart beat so rapidly that once again he experienced that sensation of suffocation which had seized him on landing from the airplane. He tried the door knob.
He cried: "There are your folks!" This time seeing Rafaela, Amadeo did not hesitate. It was she indeed, despite her protuberant abdomen, her sad fat face, and her white hair. It was she! "Rafaela!" cried he. He would have known her among a thousand other women.
Other times they had gone to Cuatro Caminos or Ventas del Espiritu Santo. And once there, what laughter and what joy! What strange emotions of half fear, half curiosity they had felt at sensing the desire of whatever man had asked them to dance! Rafaela straightened up, quick, pliant, transfigured. "You aren't any more willing to ask me, than I am to go!" said she.
Looking at Rafaela with eloquent steadiness he slowly added: "I feel a damn sight better than he does!" Then, while he drank his coffee, the silversmith laid out on the table his board-money for that week. He began to count: "Two and two's four nine eleven thirty-eight pesetas. Rotten week I've had! Say, I've hardly pulled down enough for my drinks."
Thus victory ultimately rose out of disaster. The King of Spain decorated Donna Rafaela Mora, made her a colonel, and gave her a pension for life. So recently as 1857, her grandson, General Martinez, was appointed President of Nicaragua solely because he was a descendant of the girl who defeated Horatio Nelson.
Well, that leaves us twenty-two dollars a month, and with that, and a few dollars that I'll put in, we can all live high." To this Rafaela consented, rather stirred by the new ideas awakened by the innovation. The silversmith was a free-and-easy, agreeable young fellow, who chattered all the time and played the guitar in no mean fashion. "Yes, but how about a place for him?" asked she.
"Horatio Nelson, an humble captain in His Majesty's naval forces, to be heard from later, I hope, unless Donna Rafaela cuts short my thread of life with her stiletto." "And does a captain in His Majesty's forces condescend to play the part of a spy?" asked the girl, proudly. "He is delighted to do so when it brings him the acquaintance of another spy so charming as Donna Rafaela.
Suddenly Berlanga exclaimed: "If Zureda and I weren't pals " Silence. The silversmith added, warming to the subject: "Rafaela, tell me the truth. Isn't it true that Amadeo stands in our way?" She peered closely at him, and afterward raised her handkerchief to her eyes. She gave him no other answer. And nothing more happened, just then.
Rafaela was sitting in front of the stove, in the kitchen, her hands humbly crossed on her lap, her eyes full of tears, her white hair rumpled up, as if some parricide hand had furiously seized her head. Zureda took hold of his wife by the shoulders and forced her to get up. "What what's happened?" he stammered.
He stood helpless, while the duenna alternately glared at him and patted her young charge on the back, muttering soft words of comfort to her meanwhile. Quickly as the shower came, however, it disappeared. Rafaela pushed Donna Ana aside impatiently and looked at Jack, smiling through her tears. "Well, sir," she said, demurely, "that did not succeed. What do you intend to do with your prisoners?"
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