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He
thought
no
longer
of
awaking
the
inmates
of
the
house
--
at
least
not
then
.
Better
first
to
be
himself
the
sole
witness
of
his
cousin
's
disgrace
;
and
then
--
and
then
--
In
short
,
he
was
not
in
a
state
of
mind
to
form
any
definite
plan
;
and
,
acting
solely
under
the
blind
stimulus
of
a
fell
instinct
,
he
hurried
down
the
escalera
,
and
made
his
way
through
the
house
,
and
out
into
the
garden
.
He
felt
feeble
as
he
pressed
forward
.
His
legs
had
tottered
under
him
while
descending
the
stone
steps
.
They
did
the
same
as
he
glided
along
the
gravelled
walk
.
They
continued
to
tremble
as
he
crouched
behind
the
tree
trunk
that
hindered
him
from
being
seen
--
while
playing
spectator
of
a
scene
that
afflicted
him
to
the
utmost
depths
of
his
soul
.
He
heard
their
vows
;
their
mutual
confessions
of
love
;
the
determination
of
the
mustanger
to
be
gone
by
the
break
of
the
morrow
's
day
;
as
also
his
promise
to
return
,
and
the
revelation
to
which
that
promise
led
.
With
bitter
chagrin
,
he
heard
how
this
determination
was
combated
by
Louise
,
and
the
reasons
why
she
at
length
appeared
to
consent
to
it
.
He
was
witness
to
that
final
and
rapturous
embrace
,
that
caused
him
to
strike
his
foot
nervously
against
the
pebbles
,
and
make
that
noise
that
had
scared
the
cicadas
into
silence
.
Why
at
that
moment
did
he
not
spring
forward
--
put
a
termination
to
the
intolerable
tête-à-tête
--
and
with
a
blow
of
his
bowie-knife
lay
his
rival
low
--
at
his
own
feet
and
that
of
his
mistress
?
Why
had
he
not
done
this
at
the
beginning
--
for
to
him
there
needed
no
further
evidence
,
than
the
interview
itself
,
to
prove
that
his
cousin
had
been
dishonoured
?
There
was
a
time
when
he
would
not
have
been
so
patient
.
What
,
then
,
was
the
punctilio
that
restrained
him
?
Was
it
the
presence
of
that
piece
of
perfect
mechanism
,
that
,
with
a
sheen
of
steel
,
glistened
upon
the
person
of
his
rival
,
and
which
under
the
bright
moonbeams
,
could
be
distinguished
as
a
"
Colt
's
six-shooter
?
"
Perhaps
it
may
have
been
At
all
events
,
despite
the
terrible
temptation
to
which
his
soul
was
submitted
,
something
not
only
hindered
him
from
taking
an
immediate
vengeance
,
but
in
the
mid-moments
of
that
maddening
spectacle
--
the
final
embrace
--
prompted
him
to
turn
away
from
the
spot
,
and
with
an
earnestness
,
even
keener
than
he
had
yet
exhibited
,
hurry
back
in
the
direction
of
the
house
:
leaving
the
lovers
,
still
unconscious
of
having
been
observed
,
to
bring
their
sweet
interview
to
an
ending
--
sure
to
be
procrastinated
.
