the devotion of enriquez-第8章

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had　always　looked　upon　his　extravagance　as　part　of　his　playful

humor。　　Could　it　be　possible　that　under　the　sting　of　rejection　he

had　made　his　grotesque　threat　of　languishing　effacement　real？

Surely　Miss　Mannersley　would　know　or　suspect　something；　if　it　were

the　case。



I　approached　one　of　the　Mexican　women　and　asked　if　the　senorita　had

risen。　　The　woman　started；　and　looked　covertly　round　before　she

replied。　　Did　not　Don　Pancho　know　that　Miss　Mannersley　and　her　maid

had　not　slept　in　their　beds　that　night；　but　had　gone；　none　knew

where？



For　an　instant　I　felt　an　appalling　sense　of　my　own　responsibility

in　this　suddenly　serious　situation；　and　hurried　after　the

retreating　family　group。　　But　as　I　entered　the　corridor　a　vaquero

touched　me　on　the　shoulder。　　He　had　evidently　just　dismounted；　and

was　covered　with　the　dust　of　the　road。　　He　handed　me　a　note　written

in　pencil　on　a　leaf　from　Miss　Mannersley's　sketchbook。　　It　was　in

Enriquez'　hand；　and　his　signature　was　followed　by　his　most

extravagant　rubric。





Friend　Pancho：　When　you　read　this　line　you　shall　of　a　possibility

think　I　am　no　more。　　That　is　where　you　shall　slip　up；　my　little

brother！　　I　am　much　moreI　am　two　times　as　much；　for　I　have　marry

Miss　Boston。　　At　the　Mission　Church；　at　five　of　the　morning；　sharp！

No　cards　shall　be　left！　　I　kiss　the　hand　of　my　venerable　uncle…in…

law。　　You　shall　say　to　him　that　we　fly　to　the　South　wilderness　as

the　combined　evangelical　missionary　to　the　heathen！　　Miss　Boston

herself　say　this。　　Ta…ta！　　How　are　you　now？



Your　own　Enriquez。











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