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Acting under this influence as well, she hastily arranged her scarf in order to cover her nude shoulders, and the palpitating movements of her bosom. Even her motive for this was misunderstood by Tiburcio. "Rosarita!" he said, speaking with perfect calmness, "I might have doubted your words, but your actions have spoken more plainly.
The young girl continued her fervent prayer without turning her head. "And, moreover," resumed the narrator, "the heart of Don Fabian de Mediana still retains a feeling which was dear to the heart of Tiburcio Arellanos." Rosarita paused in her prayer. "Tiburcio Arellanos will be here to-night." This time the young girl no longer prayed. It was Tiburcio and not Fabian, Count of Mediana.
The first impulse of Rosarita was to fling herself into the arms of the young man so daring and beautiful. She was restrained only from following this impulse, by a feeling of feminine delicacy; and for an instant Tiburcio seemed the one about whom she was least concerned. "Oh! my God!" cried she, "are you wounded? Don Estevan? Senor Cuchillo?
The aspect of Tiburcio, who, despite the odds against him, and the blood that was running from his arm, still fearlessly maintained his defensive attitude, caused the heart of Rosarita to beat with sympathetic admiration. This sanguinary denouement to their interview, was pleading the cause of the lover far more eloquently than either his reproaches or promises!
As they stood to listen, a confused murmur of voices reached their ears as of two persons engaged in conversation but the words could not be distinguished. "It is the voice of Tiburcio and Rosarita!" muttered the outlaw. "Did I not tell you? You may take that, I think, as an instalment of the proof you are desirous of having."
"Of your mother's murderer of the man who has robbed you of your titles, your honours, your wealth, and your name." "I should be noble and rich then?" cried Fabian, interrogatively. "Oh that I had but known it sooner only yesterday!" Fabian's thoughts were upon Rosarita. If he could have told this to her, in that sad parting interview, perhaps the result might have been different!
While I was endeavouring to arouse the other two, the fellow had taken leg bail through an opening in the wall of the garden at least that's all we can make out." "And how have you arrived at this conjecture?" asked Don Estevan, angrily striking the floor with his foot. "Why, when we arrived at the place, the Dona Rosarita was clinging over the wall, no doubt guided there by Tiburcio.
Just then Cuchillo, accompanied by Baraja, entered to pay their respects to the master of the hacienda. Their entrance within the sala of course created some slight disarrangement in the tableaux of the dramatis personal already there. This confusion gave Tiburcio an opportunity to carry out a desperate resolution he had formed, and profiting by it, he advanced nearer to Rosarita.
It would be unworthy of a gentleman to continue longer this badinage where a lady's reputation is concerned. I can assure you, then, that the past life of the Dona Rosarita is without a stain." The Senator breathed freely.
Is it possible, Rosarita, that you have forgotten those sweet souvenirs upon which I have lived from that day up to the present hour?" There are certain moments of indiscretion in the life of most women, of which they have a dislike to be reminded. Was it so with Rosarita? She was silent for a while, as if her rebellious memory could not recall the particulars mentioned by Tiburcio.
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