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Hear me out, please," he added, with a gentle, half deprecating gesture, as she lifted the beautiful scorn of her eyes to his. "I have just heard that your neighbor, Don José Santierra, of Los Gatos, is on his way to this house. He once claimed this land, and hated your husband, who bought of the rival claimant, whose grant was confirmed. I tell you this," he added, slightly flushing as Mrs.
But the innuendo seemed to lapse equally unheeded by his fair client and the stranger. Raising her eyes with a certain timid dignity which Don Jose's presence seemed to have called out, she addressed herself to him. "You are very kind and considerate, Mister Santierra, and I thank you.
The names of a few leaders alone survive the end of armed strife and are further preserved in history; so that, vanishing from men's active memories, they still exist in books. The name of General Santierra attained that cold, paper-and-ink immortality.
With movements of mechanical care and an air of abstraction old General Santierra lighted a long and thick cigar. "It was a good many hours before we could send a party back to the ravine," he said to his guests. "We had found one-third of the town laid low, the rest shaken up; and the inhabitants, rich and poor, reduced to the same state of distraction by the universal disaster.
"I have had no difficulties with Don José Santierra," he said, somewhat coldly ignoring her hilarity, "but perhaps he is not inclined to be as polite to the friend of the husband as he is to the wife." "Mr. Poindexter!" said Mrs. Tucker quickly, her face becoming pale again. "I beg your pardon!" said Poindexter, flushing; "but"
But the innuendo seemed to lapse equally unheeded by his fair client and the stranger. Raising her eyes with a certain timid dignity which Don José's presence seemed to have called out, she addressed herself to him. "You are very kind and considerate, Mister Santierra, and I thank you.
The general was rushing round the room, to find the door, perhaps. He made a noise as though he were trying to climb the walls, and I heard him distinctly invoke the names of several saints. 'Out, out, Santierra! he yelled. "The girl's voice was the only one I did not hear. "'General, I cried, 'I cannot move the door. We must be locked in.
"And," General Santierra continued, "neither would she ever hear of marrying any one. A real calamity! Good, patient, devoted to the old man. A simple soul. But I would not advise any of you to ask for her hand, for if she took yours into hers it would be only to crush your bones. Ah! she does not jest on that subject.
Lieutenant Santierra, little more than a boy at the time, and unused as yet to the sanguinary imbecilities of a state of war, had lingered near by, as if fascinated by the sight of these men who were to be shot presently "for an example" as the Commandante had said. The sergeant, without deigning to look at the prisoner, addressed himself to the young officer with a superior smile.
And the worst of it was that the general whom we expected never came to the castle that day." The guests of General Santierra unanimously expressed their regret that the man of such strength and patience had not been saved. "He was not saved by my interference," said the General. "The prisoners were led to execution half an hour before sunset.
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