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"
What
,
then
?
"
inquired
Diaz
,
evidently
a
little
relieved
,
"
She
was
here
while
he
was
at
the
posada
.
Something
passed
between
them
?
"
"
True
,
Don
Miguel
--
something
did
pass
,
as
I
well
know
,
being
myself
the
bearer
of
it
.
Three
times
I
carried
him
a
basket
of
dulces
,
sent
by
the
Doña
Isidora
--
the
last
time
also
a
letter
.
"
"
A
letter
!
You
know
the
contents
?
You
read
it
?
"
"
Thanks
to
your
kindness
to
the
poor
peon
boy
,
I
was
able
to
do
that
;
more
still
--
to
make
a
copy
of
it
.
"
"
You
have
one
?
"
"
I
have
.
You
see
,
Don
Miguel
,
you
did
not
have
me
sent
to
school
for
nothing
.
This
is
what
the
Doña
Isidora
wrote
to
him
.
"
Diaz
reached
out
eagerly
,
and
,
taking
hold
of
the
piece
of
paper
,
proceeded
to
devour
its
contents
.
It
was
a
copy
of
the
note
that
had
been
sent
among
the
sweetmeats
.
Instead
of
further
exciting
,
it
seemed
rather
to
tranquillise
him
.
"
Carrambo
!
"
he
carelessly
exclaimed
,
as
he
folded
up
the
epistle
.
"
There
's
not
much
in
this
,
good
José
.
It
only
proves
that
your
mistress
is
grateful
to
one
who
has
done
her
a
service
.
If
that
's
all
--
"
