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For
a
long
time
her
bow
had
lain
unbent
--
unpacked
,
indeed
,
ever
since
it
had
formed
part
of
the
paraphernalia
brought
overland
in
the
waggon
train
.
Since
her
arrival
at
Casa
del
Corvo
she
had
found
no
occasion
to
use
the
weapon
of
Diana
;
and
her
beautiful
bow
of
Osage-orange
wood
,
and
quiver
of
plumed
arrows
,
had
lain
neglected
in
the
lumber-room
.
There
came
a
time
when
they
were
taken
forth
,
and
honoured
with
some
attention
.
It
was
shortly
after
that
scene
at
the
breakfast
table
;
when
she
had
received
the
paternal
command
to
discontinue
her
equestrian
excursions
.
To
this
she
had
yielded
implicit
obedience
,
even
beyond
what
was
intended
:
since
not
only
had
she
given
up
riding
out
alone
,
but
declined
to
do
so
in
company
.
The
spotted
mustang
stood
listless
in
its
stall
,
or
pranced
frantically
around
the
corral
;
wondering
why
its
spine
was
no
longer
crossed
,
or
its
ribs
compressed
,
by
that
strange
caparison
,
that
more
than
aught
else
reminded
it
of
its
captivity
.
It
was
not
neglected
,
however
.
Though
no
more
mounted
by
its
fair
mistress
,
it
was
the
object
of
her
daily
--
almost
hourly
--
solicitude
.
The
best
corn
in
the
granaderias
of
Casa
del
Corvo
was
selected
,
the
most
nutritions
grass
that
grows
upon
the
lavanna
--
the
gramma
--
furnished
for
its
manger
;
while
for
drink
it
had
the
cool
crystal
water
from
the
current
of
the
Leona
.
Pluto
took
delight
in
grooming
it
;
and
,
under
his
currycomb
and
brushes
,
its
coat
had
attained
a
gloss
which
rivalled
that
upon
Pluto
's
own
sable
skin
.
While
not
engaged
attending
upon
her
pet
,
Miss
Poindexter
divided
the
residue
of
her
time
between
indoor
duties
and
archery
.
The
latter
she
appeared
to
have
selected
as
the
substitute
for
that
pastime
of
which
she
was
so
passionately
fond
,
and
in
which
she
was
now
denied
indulgence
.
The
scene
of
her
sagittary
performances
was
the
garden
,
with
its
adjacent
shrubbery
--
an
extensive
enclosure
,
three
sides
of
which
were
fenced
in
by
the
river
itself
,
curving
round
it
like
the
shoe
of
a
racehorse
,
the
fourth
being
a
straight
line
traced
by
the
rearward
wall
of
the
hacienda
.
Within
this
circumference
a
garden
,
with
ornamental
grounds
,
had
been
laid
out
,
in
times
long
gone
by
--
as
might
have
been
told
by
many
ancient
exotics
seen
standing
over
it
.
Even
the
statues
spoke
of
a
past
age
--
not
only
in
their
decay
,
but
in
the
personages
they
were
intended
to
represent
.
Equally
did
they
betray
the
chisel
of
the
Spanish
sculptor
.
