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Updated: May 31, 2025
The elder Argüello loved the sweet Rafaela as if she were his own daughter, and Ensign Sal was proud to claim the splendid young soldier as a son-in-law. So the betrothal was solemnized, but since Don Luis was a Spanish officer, the marriage must await the consent of the king, and forthwith papers were dispatched to the court of Madrid.
Jack could not understand why. Surely, she was no longer fearful of him. She leaned closer to her young mistress, seated at a low writing table, and whispered in her ear. Rafaela threw back her head and laughed a low, musical laugh that sounded fascinatingly pleasant in Jack's ears, worried though he was. "My dear Donna Ana," said the girl. "What if he is a man! And in my room!
We have searched all the rooms on this balcony, without success. Yet most certainly Pedro and Pancho" indicating the armed men in the corridor "saw him bound up the stairs." "Here?" said Rafaela. "Why, our door has been locked, as you see."
Señor Tomás ended up with: "Well now, you know all about it!" When Zureda left the tavern, his first impulse was to go home and put it up to Rafaela. Either with soft words or with a stick he might get something about Berlanga out of her. But presently he changed his mind. Affairs of this kind can't be hurried much.
Jack, who at the moment, was telling of the part played by Senorita Rafaela, blushed violently and grew indignant. Bob, standing near, looked at him speculatively. Was old Jack hard hit by that little Spanish beauty? Ordinarily, Jack would have answered Frank's joking in kind. But to grow indignant! Bob feared his chum was smitten.
That's fair, for us both to pay half." Berlanga accepted this friendly arrangement. As soon as they got into the street they hired a carriage. At Bombilla they had a first-rate supper and danced their heads off, till long past midnight. They went home afoot, slowly, arm in arm. Rafaela had drunk a bit too much, and often had to stop. Dizzy, she leaned her head on the silversmith's breast.
The engineer ran away and was already crossing the bridge, when a woman who had been following him at a short distance began to cry: "Catch him! Catch him! He's just killed a man!" A couple of policemen, at the door of an inn, stopped Zureda. They arrested him and handcuffed him. He made no resistance. Rafaela went to see him in jail.
The newly married couple took lodgings on the sixth floor of a house not far from the Estación del Norte. The house was new, and their apartment was full of sun and cheer, with big, well-lighted rooms. They had a couple of balconies, too; and these the busy, artistic hands of Rafaela kept smothered in flowers. Amadeo was a locomotive-engineer. The company liked him well and more than well.
The engineer realized that Berlanga, though a riotous, dissipated chap, was at heart a brotherly friend, far from base enough to betray him in any such horrible manner. Rafaela went with her husband to the stairway. There they both began again to inflame each other with ardent kisses and embraces of farewell.
"Very small, indeed. What's your wife's name?" "Rafaela." "Yes, yes," answered Don Adolfo. "Rafaela's the woman. I know her well. As for Manolo, your son, I know him too." Amadeo Zureda trembled. He felt afraid, and cold. For a few moments he remained silent, without knowing what to say.
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