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Atherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn, 1857-1948

"The Splendid Idle Forties Stories of Old California"

'They give me no peace until I say I marry
you, and as I love no one else--I do not care much. But now that you
have insult me, I have the best excuse to break the engagement, and I do
it.'
"'I insult you?' He hardly can speak, my friends, he is so surprised and
unhappy.
"'Yes; did you not forget the smocks?'
"'The--smocks!' he stammer, like that. 'The smocks?'
"'No one can be blame but you,' she say. 'And you know that no bride
forgive that. You know all that it means.'
"'Herminia!' he say. 'Surely you will not put me; away for a little
thing like that!'
"'I have no more to say,' she reply, and then she get up and go in the
house and shut the door so I cannot see how he feel, but I am very sorry
for him if he did forget the smocks. Well! That evening I help Ana water
the flowers in the front garden, and every once in the while we look
through the windows at La Tulita and the Lieutenant. They talk, talk,
talk. He look so earnest and she--she look so beautiful. Not like a
devil, as when she talk to Don Ramon in the morning, but like an angel.


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