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Now, as I write, my heart goes pit-a-pat, thinking of you, Rosarito; and I'm sure that if we had over again that charming time, I should fall head over ears in love. Oh, you know we were both fibbing when we vowed we adored one another; I am a romancer by profession, and you by nature. We parted joyously, and you had the grace not to force a tear, and neither of our hearts was broken.
Their red lips carry suggestions of burning kisses, so that his heart must be hard indeed who does not feel some flutterings at their aspect. The teeth are small, very white, regular. Face and body, indeed, are but the expression of a passionate nature. But when I write of Spanish women I think of you, Rosarito; I find suddenly that it is no impersonal creature that fills my mind, but you you!
"Well, this morning," said another, a merchant who had failed, "they told me at the Dominguez' that the gentleman has not a peseta, and that he has come here in order to be supported by his aunt and to see if he can catch Rosarito." "It seems that he is no engineer at all," added an olive-planter, whose plantations were mortgaged for double their value.
"It was because this one said that you are only losing your time, for Rosarito cares only for people connected with the Church." "How absurd you are! I said nothing of the kind! It was you who said that the gentleman was a Lutheran atheist, and that he enters the cathedral smoking and with his hat on." "Well, I didn't invent it; that is what Suspiritos told me yesterday."
Let us see what he thinks of those young pear-trees that they are going to transplant." "Come, come!" called Rosarito to her cousin impatiently from the garden. Both disappeared among the foliage. Dona Perfecta watched them until they were out of sight and then busied herself with the parrot. As she changed its food she said to herself with a contemplative air: "How different he is!
My opinion is," he added gayly, "that you should at once start for that out-of-the-way episcopal city, that Urbs Augusta, and there, in the presence of my sister and her charming Rosarito, decide whether the latter is to be something more to me or not, than my niece." Pepe took up the letter again and read it through carefully. His countenance expressed neither joy nor sorrow.
But I can't help it, and to see a person like you threatened by such dangers makes me wild. For there is no use in talking; I foresee that the day we least expect it those villains will attack the house and carry off Rosarito." Dona Perfecta, for she it was, bending her eyes on the floor, remained for a long time wrapped in thought. She was pale, and her brows were gathered in a frown.
To see her son married to Rosarito, to see him rich and powerful; to see him related to Dona Perfecta, to the senora ah! this was for Maria Remedios earth and heaven, this life and the next, the present and the future, the supreme totality of existence. For years her mind and her heart had been filled by the light of this sweet hope.
Rosarito, who did not know what to say in answer to her cousin's last words, was conscious, however, of the necessity of saying something, and, looking at her mother, she cried: "Ah! I forgot to give the parrot his dinner." "Don't mind that now. But why do you stay in here? Take your cousin for a walk in the garden."
I did not come here with the ideas you fancy, nor is there between my character and my opinions and the character and opinions of the people here the want of harmony you imagine. But let us suppose for a moment that there were." "Let us suppose it." "In that case I have the firm conviction that between you and me, between us two, dear Rosarito, perfect harmony would still exist.
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