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Updated: June 19, 2025
It is the seguidilla to our blessed Lord, written by the daughter of Lope de Vega the holy Marcela Carpio. You know it, Senora?" "As I know my Credo, Luis." "And you, Isabel?" "Since I was a little one, as high as my father's knee. Rachela taught it to me." "And you, Lopez." "That is sure, Luis." "And I, too!" said Antonia, smiling. "Here is your mandolin.
Antonia kissed their white fringed lids, held the little form close in her arms, and fluttered about in that motherly way which Isabel had learned to demand and enjoy. "What has grieved you this morning, little dove?" "It is Tia Rachela, as usual. The cross old woman! She is going to tell mi madre something. Antonia, you must make her keep her tongue between her teeth.
When they entered the house together, a happy, noisy group, Rachela had left her chair and was going hurriedly upstairs to tell the Senora her surmise; but Jack passed her with a bound, and was at his mother's side before the heavy old woman had comprehended his passing salutation. "Madre! Mother, I am here!" The Senora was on her couch in her darkened room.
"Let her simply grow up, and you will see that she is not innocent as the angels. Oh, indeed! I could say something about last night! Dona Isabel has no vocation for a nun; but, gracias a Dios! Rachela is not yet blind or deaf." "Let the child go with me for an hour, Rachela. The kerchief will be so becoming to you. There is not another in San Antonio like it."
He could only send pleasant and affectionate messages by Rachela, knowing that Rachela would deliver them with her own modifications of tone and manner. "The Senor sends his great love to the Senora. Grace of Mary! If he would do a little as the most wise and tender of spouses wishes him! That would be for the good fortune of every one. "Ah, Rachela, my heart is broken! Bring me my mantilla.
He was gradually bringing the unhappy woman into what he called "a heavenly mind" the influence of her daughters, he was sure, would be that of worldly affections and sinful liberty. And Rachela obeyed the confessor so faithfully, that the Senora was almost in a state of solitary confinement. Every day her will was growing weaker, her pathetic obedience more childlike and absolute.
Jack's voice was the loudest, but she heard Dare's first. It vibrated in midair and fell upon her consciousness, clear and sweet as a far-away bell. "That is Dare's voice HERE." She leaned forward, her soul hearkened after the vibrations, and again they called her. With swift steps she reached the open door. Rachela sat in her chair within it.
Rachela knelt outside it, telling her rosary. She stolidly kept her place, and a certain instinct for a moment prevented Antonia interrupting her. But the passionate words of her mother, blending with the low, measured tones of the priest, were something far more positive. "Let me pass you, Rachela. What is the matter with my mother?"
"My happiness is so great, Roberto, I am even tired of being happy. Call Rachela. I must go to sleep. To-night I cannot even say an ave." "God hears the unspoken prayer in your heart, Maria; and to-night let me help you upstairs. My arm is stronger than Rachela's." She rose with a little affectation of greater weakness and lassitude than she really felt.
She was dressed for the carriage, and the carriage stood at the door waiting; but her face was full of fear, and she said, hurriedly: "Rachela, can you not make some excuse to my mother which will permit us to remain at home? Hark! There is something wrong in the city." In a moment the three women were on the balcony, intently, anxiously listening.
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