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Updated: June 21, 2025
If the light annoys you, all you have to do is to lower the shade with this cord; see, this way." The engineer was enchanted. Rosarito opened one of the windows. "Look," she said, "this window opens into the garden. The sun comes in here in the afternoon. Here we have hung the cage of a canary that sings as if he was crazy. If his singing disturbs you we will take it away."
On this point I cannot be mistaken. My heart tells me that I am not mistaken." Rosarito blushed deeply, but making an effort to conceal her embarrassment under smiles and fugitive glances, she said: "Come, now, no pretences. But if you mean that I shall always approve of what you say, you are right."
"My dear cousin," said Pepe, his soul inundated with an inexplicable joy; "in all that is before my eyes I see an angel's hand that can be only yours. What a beautiful room this is! It seems to me as if I had lived in it all my life. It invites to peace." Rosarito made no answer to these affectionate expressions, and left the room, smiling.
No one can put it out of my head but that those rascals are plotting some piece of villany against our friend. Poor senora, poor Rosarito! When one thinks that this might have been avoided by what I proposed to Dona Perfecta two days ago " "My dear niece," said the Penitentiary phlegmatically, "we have done all that it was in human power to do to carry out our virtuous purpose. More we cannot do.
"Better dead, better buried and food for worms," affirmed Remedios, clasping her hands as if she were saying a prayer "than see her in the power of ah, senora, do not be offended if I say something to you, and that is, that it would be a great weakness to yield merely because Rosarito has had a few secret interviews with that audacious man.
Why don't you go to Don Inocencio's and ask him to come here to-night and bring Jacintillo with him?" "Jacintillo!" "Yes, when Rosarito has these fits of melancholy, the only one who can divert her is that young man." "But I will go upstairs " "No, you must not." "What etiquette there is in this house!" "You are ridiculing us. Do as I ask you." "But I wish to see her." "But you cannot see her.
But these youths of the present day have audacity enough for any thing. Oh, what boys! Well, let us go home. Good-night, Senora Dona Perfecta good-night, Senor Don Jose Rosarito." "I will wait for Senor Don Cayetano," said Jacinto, "to ask him to give me the Augusto Nicolas." "Always carrying books. Why, sometimes you come into the house laden like a donkey. Very well, then, let us wait."
Don't talk about committing faults. Among the persons of the same family every thing is forgiven." "But Rosarito where is she?" asked the young man, rising. "Am I not to see her to-day, either?" "She is better. Do you know that she did not wish to come down stairs?" "I will go up to her then." "No, it would be of no use.
On the day following the scenes described in the last chapter, what vexed him more than any thing was the already prolonged and mysterious seclusion of his cousin, accounted for at first by a trifling indisposition and then by caprices and nervous feelings difficult of explanation. Rey was surprised by conduct so contrary to the idea which he had formed of Rosarito.
Convince yourself of this, and do not be obstinate. Rosarito cannot be the wife of our idolized Jacintillo. Your golden dream, your ideal of happiness, that at one time seemed attainable, and to which like a good uncle, I devoted all the powers of my understanding, has become chimerical, has vanished into smoke.
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