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"Is it you, Rosarita?" cried Fabian, in a scarcely perceptible voice, "or a delusive vision which will quickly disappear?" And Fabian stood motionless, fixed to the spot, so greatly did he fear that the beloved image would vanish from his sight. "It is I," said the voice; "I am indeed here." "O God! the trial will be more terrible than I dared to think," said Fabian, inwardly.
"Before I dare to comprehend, Rosarita, for this time a mistake would kill me," continued Fabian, whose heart was stirred to its very depths by the young girl's words, and the tenderness of her manner, "will you answer one question, that is if I dare to ask it?" "Dare, then, Tiburcio," said Rosarita, tenderly. "Ask what you wish. I came to-night to hear you to deny you nothing."
For Tiburcio knowing the secret of the Golden Valley, Don Estevan cared little that was a matter of secondary importance; but Tiburcio's love reciprocated by Dona Rosarita was a very different affair. This at once presented a series of obstacles to the ambitious projects of the Spaniard. Tiburcio then must be got out of the way at all hazards, and at any price.
This young rustic, whom we found on the road, knows all about the Golden Valley; and what is still worse, he loves Dona Rosarita, and Dona Rosarita loves him." Tragaduros, instead of starting up at this announcement, sank back upon his pillow, crying out.
Tiburcio awaited the answer of Rosarita. That answer fell upon his heart like the tolling of a funeral knell. "I hope, Tiburcio," said she, with a significant smile, "that this is only a ruse on your part to put me to the proof I hope so, because I do not wish to believe that you have acted so vile a part as to make yourself master of a secret that belongs to another."
"Where are you going, Tiburcio?" cried the young girl, her hands joined and her eyes filling with tears, "my father's roof will protect you." Tiburcio only answered by a negative shake of the head. "But yonder," continued Rosarita, pointing to the woods, "yonder, alone and without defence danger death will await you."
Fabian, trembling with love and happiness, knelt humbly at the feet of this pure young girl, as he might have done before a Madonna, who had descended from her pedestal. At this moment he was lost to all the world, Bois-Rose, the past, the future all were forgotten like a dream on awaking, and he cried in a broken voice: "Rosarita! I am yours forever! I dedicate my future life to you only."
Pues then I shall try my best. In fact, it is very quiet here I wonder the cries of this young woman have not startled the whole house. There's not a creature about." Such was in reality the case. Notwithstanding the noise of the struggle between Tiburcio and his assailants, and later still, the cries of Rosarita, no one had been awakened.
"One word, Rosarita!" said he; "say that you hate my rival as I hate him say this, and I remain." A violent conflict appeared to arise in the breast of Rosarita. Her bosom swelled with conflicting emotions, as she fixed upon Tiburcio a glance of tender reproach, but she remained silent. To a man of Tiburcio's age the heart of a woman is a sealed book.
"That is splendid! that is sublime! so young, and yet so brave." Rosarita only lavished her praises upon the young unknown though perhaps the acute perception which belongs to a woman, and which almost resembles a second sight, may have revealed to her his name. The narrator seemed to appreciate the praises bestowed upon his friends.
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