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You will stay at Santa Barbara and play the grand seigneur, which suits you very well, or become a prisoner in your own house." And he left the room. An hour later they assembled in the plaza to start for the bear hunt. Reinaldo was not of the party. Estenega lifted Chonita to her horse and stood beside her for a moment while the others mounted.
One buried a rooster in the ground, leaving its head alone exposed; others, mounting their horses, dashed by at full speed, snatching at the head as they passed. Reinaldo distinguished himself by twisting it off with facile wrist while urging his horse to the swiftness of the east wind.
"Ay, thou canst appreciate the art of speech. Hast thou ever known any one who could converse with lighter ease than I and thy brother?" "I never have heard any one use more words." "Ay! they roll from my tongue and from Reinaldo's like wheels downhill." She turned to Adan: "They will be happy, you think, Reinaldo and Prudencia?" "Ay!" "What a beautiful wedding, no?" "Ay!"
"Reinaldo!" she exclaimed, horrified to feel an unmistakable stab of disappointment. "Yes, it is I. Art thou alone?" "Sure." "I have something to say to thee." He drew a chair close to her and sat down "Thou knowest, my sister," he began, haltingly, "how I hate the house of Estenega.
"Do not refuse, my Prudencia, if thou lovest me. Wilt thou do it?" "Sure, my Reinaldo." The family retired early in its brief seasons of reclusion, and at ten o'clock Casa Grande was dark and quiet. Reinaldo opened his door and listened cautiously, then stepped softly to the green bench and felt beneath for the lump of tallow. It was there.
Her cheeks burned with excitement, her eyes were restless and flashing. The music stopped. The women were eating the dulces passed by the Indian servants. The men had not yet gone into the dining-room. Valencia dropped her handkerchief; Reinaldo, stooping to recover it, kissed her hand behind its flimsy shelter. Then Prudencia arose.
The room, unlike most Californian salas, boasted a carpet, and the furniture was covered with green rep, instead of the usual black horse-hair. Don Guillermo patted the table gently with his open palm, accompanying the tinkle of Prudencia's guitar and her light monotonous voice. She sat on the edge of a chair, her solemn eyes fixed on a painting of Reinaldo which hung on the wall.
Don Guillermo was rather pleased than otherwise, holding his son to be in need of further punishment; but Reinaldo was obliged to call upon all the courtesy of the Spaniard and all the falseness of his nature to help him remember that his enemy was his guest.
Estenega looked contemptuously across Chonita's shoulder, although his heart was lead within him. "The last resource of the mean and down-trodden is revenge," he said. "Go. To-morrow I shall horsewhip you in the court-yard of Fort Ross." Reinaldo, hot with excitement and thirst for further vengeance, uttered a shriek of rage and sprang upon him.
And then I wanted to see you once more before I leave the world." "Before you do what?" "I am not going into a convent; I cannot leave my father. I am going to retire to the most secluded of our ranchos, to see no more of the world or its people. I shall take my father with me. Reinaldo and Prudencia will remain at Casa Grande." "Nonsense!" he exclaimed, impatiently.
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