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Those Garcias and Martinezes of yours . . . !" "The Garcias maybe, but not the Martinezes," Rose-Ellen objected. "Gramma, you go to their houses sometime and see." One evening Grandma did. Jimmie had come excitedly leading home the quaintest of all the babies of the Mexican village, Vicente Garcia's little sister. He had found her balancing on her stomach on the bank of the ditch.
Drennen's dry laugh, the old, bitter snarl, cut through the room like a curse. They had not seen him; they had been too busy with their own thoughts. Now, as they whirled toward the door which framed him, Garcia's hand went swiftly to his pocket, Ygerne's face grew as white as death. "So," said the Mexican softly. "You are come, señor!" The muzzle of Drennen's rifle moved in a quick arc.
Shortly afterward, Coronado and Thurstane took their leave; the Mexican affable, sociable, smiling, smoking; the American civil, but taciturn and grave. "Aha! I have disappointed the young gentleman," thought Coronado as they parted, the one going to his quartermaster's office and the other to Garcia's house.
We are conscious that in saying these things of Clara we are drawing largely upon the reader's faith. But either her present trial of character was peculiarly fitted to her, or she was one of those select spirits who are purified by temptation. She remembered Garcia's claims upon her grandfather, and her own supposed obligations to Coronado.
Vain was the gentle courtesy of the latter, vain his kindly words, vain his confidential reception of the young Englishman, to remove from Arthur's heart the wild torrent of passion called forth by Garcia's allusion to Marie's intense love for her husband.
He was a coarse, wicked-looking boy, who, it was plain, had not yet fully awakened to a realizing sense of the good fortune that awaited him. A resolute opposition was made by Wallingford, but all the evidence adduced to prove Leon Garcia's relationship to Mrs.
Before he reached the door Mr. Gashwiler returned to the social level with a chuckle: "You say this woman, this Garcia's niece, is handsome and smart?" "Yes." "I can set another woman on the track that'll euchre her every time!" Mr. Wiles was too clever to appear to notice the sudden lapse in the Congressman's dignity, and only said, with his right eye: "Can you?"
Then I was wide awake, for I had heard Garcia's voice utter my name with an intensity of bitterness that made me shudder as I rose upon my elbow. "I tell you he goes to the Indian villages, where there are dark skinned maidens. I know it; and then he comes back here, pretending to be ill and tired with his travels." "It is not true!" I heard Lilla exclaim angrily. "And if he were here now "
Well, it has not prospered you! And he dropped back into the chair and fell to fanning himself again with the broad hat. Even then, as I stood upon the eve of death, I felt my blood run hot within me at the sting of his coarse taunts. Truly de Garcia's triumph was complete. I had come to hunt him down, and what was the end of it? He was about to hurl me to the sharks.
"Coward, am I? I'll show you." Ramon Garcia's laughter greeting the hot words was a clear burst of unaffected, boyish merriment. He tilted his chair back against the wall and turned a delighted face up to Rand's flushed one. "Señor," he chided softly, shaking a slender white finger very close to Rand's nose, "have you forgot it is the gala night of our good host, the Papa Français?
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