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Updated: June 23, 2025
Dona Felipa took her fan in both hands, spanning her knees, leaned forward, and after a preliminary compressing of her lips and knitting of her brows, said: "It was a long time ago. Don Gregorio he have his daughter Rosita here, and for her he will fill all thees rose garden and gif to her; for she like mooch to lif with the rose. She ees very pret-ty.
This was but a dreary coming home for you, my dear. And then, instantly changing his language to Spanish, he added, appealing to his wife, that had they guessed she was on board, they would have come to meet her. Rosita replied earnestly to that effect, and warmly embraced Mary, pitying her for such an arrival, and hoping that Dolores had made her comfortable.
And Miss Pico said " "What! Who did you say?" demanded Blandford, with a violent start. "Wa'al, I reckoned I heerd the first name too Rosita." A quick flush crossed Blandford's face, and left it glowing like a boy's. "Is SHE there?" "Wa'al, I reckon she's visitin' Joan," said Ezekiel, narrowly attentive of Blandford's strange excitement; "but wot of it?"
He found that there was no staggering her on the score of the life that awaited her; she knew more on that subject than he did, had confidence in her father, and no dread of Rosita; and she was too much ashamed and grieved at the former effect of his persuasions to attend to any more of a like description.
You shall have seen her picture here in the casa. No? It have hang under the crucifix in the corner room, turn around to the wall WHY, you shall comprehend when I have made finish thees story. Comes to them here one day Don Vincente, Don Gregorio's nephew, to lif when his father die. He was yong, a pollio same as Rosita. They were mooch together; they have make lofe.
Joan took the cigarette from her lips, laughed complacently, and exchanged a familiar glance with Rosita. "She told it me a year ago, when we first knew each other," she replied. "Go on, dear," to Rosita.
It was a dark night, with scarcely a star visible, the only gleam of radiance coming from a light across the gulch, which he knew burned in the shaft-house of the La Rosita. Everything about was still, with the intense silence of mountain solitude. Not a breath of air stirred the motionless cedars. Cautiously he circled the black cabin, every nerve taut for struggle, every sense alert.
The rest of the conversation was carried on in the same tongue. Rosita was much what Mary had expected of a beautiful figure, with fine eyes, and splendid raven hair, but without much feature or expression.
She was calmer now, and when Rosita knocked lightly at her door and entered the room to assist her in dressing for the evening, no one would have suspected the ache at her heart or the storm-swept soul which her calm exterior concealed.
Her speech ended in a laugh of triumph, showing how much she exulted in the possession of such a son. "O my! what a carga, mother! He never had such a carga before! I wonder where Carlos got all the money?" Rosita did not know exactly where; but she had some fond suspicions as to who had stood her brother's friend.
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