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Gayferos paused an instant to cast a searching glance upon the countenances of his auditors, especially upon that of Dona Rosarita. He appeared to take a secret pleasure in exciting the young girl by the recital of all the circumstances best calculated to touch the heart of a woman.
A still more painful uncertainty pressed upon his spirit, as they approached the dwelling of Don Augustin. What reception would he meet with from Dona Rosarita? he, a poor gambusino without resources, without family poorly dressed even a mere follower, confounded with the common mob of adventurers who composed the expedition?
Did you not agree that it should be consummated when we knew that Don Estevan could not return? He is dead; what then do you wish?" "It is true, father; I did fix that period, but " "Well!" "But I did not know that he still lived." "Don Antonio de Mediana?" "No; Don Fabian de Mediana," replied Rosarita, in a low voice. "Don Fabian? who is this Fabian of whom you speak?"
"My daughter will act according to my wish," said the haciendado. "But supposing her heart is not free?" "The heart of Rosarita is free, Senor Don Estevan; how could it be otherwise she whose life has been spent in the midst of these deserts?" "And what about this ragged young fellow, this Tiburcio Arellanos, whom you appear to know? he is in love with your daughter?"
If it is not, and there is the least compulsion upon you, how happy should I be to contest for you with this rival. Ah! you do not make answer you love him, Rosarita? And I Oh! why did they not leave me to die upon the road?" At this moment a slight rustling was heard in the grove of oranges, where Don Estevan and Cuchillo were crouching in concealment.
His features exhibited that superb expression that danger only magnifies into grandeur. Gradually, however, their tone became softened, and an air of melancholy succeeded it, as his eyes rested upon Rosarita. The young girl had suddenly become pale, under the reaction of such vivid emotions, as well as under the influence of the powerful sentiment now rekindled within her heart.
"But did you not learn their names?" asked Dona Rosarita, timidly. "The elder was called Bois-Rose, the second Pepe. As to the young man " Gayferos appeared vainly endeavouring to recall the name without remarking the anguish which was depicted in the young girl's agitated frame, and visible in her anxious eyes.
"Ah, Senorita!" added the narrator, addressing himself to Dona Rosarita, "it was one of those opportunities fraught with danger, which the poor young man sought with so much avidity; and your heart, like mine, would have been torn at beholding the sad joy which sparkled in his eyes; for the further we travelled in this direction the more his melancholy seemed to increase.
He scarce ate of the rich viands placed before him. He kept his eyes constantly fixed upon Don Estevan, who, during the supper appeared to pay marked attentions to Rosarita, and for every one of which Tiburcio thanked him with a look of hatred. As soon as the supper was ended, the young man silently left the room and repaired to the chamber that had been assigned to him for the night.
"Hear me, then! honours riches power I can lay at your feet, but you alone can enable me to effect this miracle." Rosarita fixed her eyes upon the speaker with an interrogatory expression. "Perhaps I should have told you sooner," continued Tiburcio, "that my adopted mother no longer lives "
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