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She
could
not
feel
disappointment
.
She
had
no
reason
to
expect
him
.
She
had
but
raised
her
eyes
in
obedience
to
an
instinct
.
Something
more
than
instinct
caused
her
,
after
a
time
,
to
turn
round
,
and
scrutinise
the
plain
in
the
opposite
quarter
.
If
expecting
some
one
to
appear
that
way
,
she
was
not
disappointed
.
A
horse
was
just
stepping
out
from
among
the
trees
,
where
the
road
debouched
from
the
chapparal
.
He
was
ridden
by
one
,
who
,
at
first
sight
,
appeared
to
be
a
man
,
clad
in
a
sort
of
Arab
costume
;
but
who
,
on
closer
scrutiny
,
and
despite
the
style
of
equitation
--
à
la
Duchesse
de
Berri
--
was
unquestionably
of
the
other
sex
--
a
lady
.
There
was
not
much
of
her
face
to
be
seen
;
but
through
the
shadowy
opening
of
the
rebozo
--
rather
carelessly
tapado
--
could
be
traced
an
oval
facial
outline
,
somewhat
brownly
"
complected
,
"
But
with
a
carmine
tinting
upon
the
cheeks
,
and
above
this
a
pair
of
eyes
whose
sparkle
appeared
to
challenge
comparison
with
the
brightest
object
either
on
the
earth
,
or
in
the
sky
.
Neither
did
the
loosely
falling
folds
of
the
lady
's
scarf
,
nor
her
somewhat
outré
attitude
in
the
saddle
,
hinder
the
observer
from
coming
to
the
conclusion
,
that
her
figure
was
quite
as
attractive
as
her
face
.
The
man
following
upon
the
mule
,
six
lengths
of
his
animal
in
the
rear
,
by
his
costume
--
as
well
as
the
respectful
distance
observed
--
was
evidently
only
an
attendant
.
"
Who
can
that
woman
be
?
"
was
the
muttered
interrogatory
of
Louise
Poindexter
,
as
with
quick
action
she
raised
the
lorgnette
to
her
eyes
,
and
directed
it
upon
the
oddly
apparelled
figure
.
"
Who
can
she
be
?
"
was
repeated
in
a
tone
of
greater
deliberation
,
as
the
glass
came
down
,
and
the
naked
eye
was
entrusted
to
complete
the
scrutiny
.
"
A
Mexican
,
of
course
;
the
man
on
the
mule
her
servant
.
Some
grand
señora
,
I
suppose
?
I
thought
they
had
all
gone
to
the
other
side
of
the
Rio
Grande
.
A
basket
carried
by
the
attendant
.
I
wonder
what
it
contains
;
and
what
errand
she
can
have
to
the
Port
--
it
may
be
the
village
.
'
Tis
the
third
time
I
've
seen
her
passing
within
this
week
?
She
must
be
from
some
of
the
plantations
below
!
"
What
an
outlandish
style
of
riding
!
Par
Dieu
!
I
'm
told
it
's
not
uncommon
among
the
daughters
of
Anahuac
.
What
if
I
were
to
take
to
it
myself
?
No
doubt
it
's
much
the
easiest
way
;
though
if
such
a
spectacle
were
seen
in
the
States
it
would
be
styled
unfeminine
.
How
our
Puritan
mammas
would
scream
out
against
it
!
I
think
I
hear
them
.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
The
mirth
thus
begotten
was
but
of
momentary
duration
.
There
came
a
change
over
the
countenance
of
the
Creole
,
quick
as
a
drifting
cloud
darkens
the
disc
of
the
sun
.
It
was
not
a
return
to
that
melancholy
so
late
shadowing
it
;
though
something
equally
serious
--
as
might
be
told
by
the
sudden
blanching
of
her
cheeks
.
The
cause
could
only
be
looked
for
in
the
movements
of
the
scarfed
equestrian
on
the
other
side
of
the
river
.
An
antelope
had
sprung
up
,
out
of
some
low
shrubbery
growing
by
the
roadside
.
