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It
was
but
a
gleam
of
joy
,
departing
like
the
sunlight
under
the
certain
shadow
of
an
eclipse
.
It
was
succeeded
by
a
sadness
that
might
be
appropriately
compared
to
such
shadow
:
for
to
her
the
world
at
that
moment
seemed
filled
with
gloom
.
Maurice
Gerald
had
ridden
on
.
He
had
entered
the
chapparal
;
and
become
lost
to
view
with
the
road
upon
which
he
was
riding
.
Whither
was
he
bound
?
Whither
,
but
to
visit
Doña
Isidora
Covarubio
de
los
Llanos
?
It
mattered
not
that
he
returned
within
less
than
an
hour
.
They
might
have
met
in
the
woods
--
within
eyeshot
of
that
jealous
spectator
--
but
for
the
screening
of
the
trees
.
An
hour
was
sufficient
interview
--
for
lovers
,
who
could
every
day
claim
unrestricted
indulgence
.
It
mattered
not
,
that
in
passing
upwards
he
again
cast
regards
towards
Casa
del
Corvo
;
again
halted
behind
the
copse
,
and
passed
some
time
in
apparent
scrutiny
of
the
mansion
It
was
but
mockery
--
or
exultation
.
He
might
well
feel
triumphant
;
but
why
should
he
be
cruel
,
with
kisses
upon
his
lips
--
the
kisses
he
had
received
from
the
Doña
Isidora
Covarubio
de
los
Llanos
?
Louise
Poindexter
upon
the
azotea
again
--
again
to
be
subjected
to
a
fresh
chagrin
!
That
broad
stone
stairway
trending
up
to
the
housetop
,
seemed
to
lead
only
to
spectacles
that
gave
her
pain
.
She
had
mentally
vowed
no
more
to
ascend
it
--
at
least
for
a
long
time
.
Something
stronger
than
her
strong
will
combatted
--
and
successfully
--
the
keeping
of
that
vow
.
It
was
broken
ere
the
sun
of
another
day
had
dried
the
dew
from
the
grass
of
the
prairie
.
As
on
the
day
before
,
she
stood
by
the
parapet
scanning
the
road
on
the
opposite
side
of
the
river
;
as
before
,
she
saw
the
horseman
with
the
slung
arm
ride
past
;
as
before
,
she
crouched
to
screen
herself
from
observation
.
He
was
going
downwards
,
as
on
the
day
preceding
.
In
like
manner
did
he
cast
long
glances
towards
the
hacienda
,
and
made
halt
behind
the
clump
of
trees
that
grew
opposite
.
Her
heart
fluttered
between
hope
and
fear
.
There
was
an
instant
when
she
felt
half
inclined
to
show
herself
.
Fear
prevailed
;
and
in
the
next
instant
he
was
gone
.
