The Splendid Idle Forties - Stories of Old California by Gertrude Franklin Horn Atherton
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"My cap is in the next room, but I will go over and fling myself there instead." Russell crossed the room and sat down beside Benicia. "I should like to hear you sing under those cypresses out on the ocean about six or eight miles from here," he said to her. "I rode down the coast yesterday. Jove! what a coast it is!" "We will have a merienda there on some evening," said Doña Eustaquia, who sat beside her daughter. "It is very beautiful on the big rocks to watch the ocean, under the moonlight." "A merienda?" "A peek-neek." "Good! You will not forget that?" She smiled at his boyishness. "It will be at the next moon. I promise." Benicia sang another song, and a half-dozen caballeros stood about her, regarding her with glances languid, passionate, sentimental, reproachful, determined, hopeless. Russell, leaning back in his chair, listened to the innocent thrilling voice of the girl, and watched her adorers, amused and stimulated. The Californian beauty was like no other woman he had known, and the victory would be as signal as the capture of Monterey. "More blood, perhaps," he thought, "but a victory is a poor affair unless painted in red. It will do these seething caballeros good |
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