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On
closer
scrutiny
,
this
proves
to
be
the
case
.
It
is
proved
by
the
small
hand
clasping
the
bridle-rein
;
by
the
little
foot
,
whose
tiny
toes
just
touch
the
"
estribo
"
--
looking
less
in
contrast
with
the
huge
wooden
block
that
serves
as
a
stirrup
;
by
a
certain
softness
of
shape
,
and
pleasing
rotundity
of
outline
,
perceptible
even
through
the
thick
serapé
of
Saltillo
;
and
lastly
,
by
the
grand
luxuriance
of
hair
coiled
up
at
the
back
of
the
head
,
and
standing
out
in
shining
clump
beyond
the
rim
of
the
sombrero
.
After
noting
these
points
,
you
become
convinced
that
you
are
looking
upon
a
woman
,
though
it
may
be
one
distinguished
by
certain
idiosyncrasies
.
You
are
looking
upon
the
Doña
Isidora
Covarubio
de
los
Llanos
.
You
are
struck
by
the
strangeness
of
her
costume
--
still
more
by
the
way
she
sits
her
horse
.
In
your
eyes
,
unaccustomed
to
Mexican
modes
,
both
may
appear
odd
--
unfeminine
--
perhaps
indecorous
.
The
Doña
Isidora
has
no
thought
--
not
even
a
suspicion
--
of
there
being
anything
odd
in
either
.
Why
should
she
?
She
is
but
following
the
fashion
of
her
country
and
her
kindred
.
In
neither
respect
is
she
peculiar
.
She
is
young
,
but
yet
a
woman
.
She
has
seen
twenty
summers
,
and
perhaps
one
more
.
Passed
under
the
sun
of
a
Southern
sky
,
it
is
needless
to
say
that
her
girlhood
is
long
since
gone
by
.
In
her
beauty
there
is
no
sign
of
decadence
.
She
is
fair
to
look
upon
,
as
in
her
"
buen
quince
"
(
beautiful
fifteen
)
,
Perhaps
fairer
.
Do
not
suppose
that
the
dark
lining
on
her
lip
damages
the
feminine
expression
of
her
face
.
Rather
does
it
add
to
its
attractiveness
.
Accustomed
to
the
glowing
complexion
of
the
Saxon
blonde
,
you
may
at
first
sight
deem
it
a
deformity
.
Do
not
so
pronounce
,
till
you
have
looked
again
.
A
second
glance
,
and
--
my
word
for
it
--
you
will
modify
your
opinion
.
A
third
will
do
away
with
your
indifference
;
a
fourth
change
it
to
admiration
!
Continue
the
scrutiny
,
and
it
will
end
in
your
becoming
convinced
:
that
a
woman
wearing
a
moustache
--
young
,
beautiful
,
and
brunette
--
is
one
of
the
grandest
sights
which
a
beneficent
Nature
offers
to
the
eye
of
man
.
It
is
presented
in
the
person
of
Isidora
Covarubio
de
los
Llanos
.
If
there
is
anything
unfeminine
in
her
face
,
it
is
not
this
;
though
it
may
strengthen
a
wild
,
almost
fierce
,
expression
,
at
times
discernible
,
when
her
white
teeth
gleam
conspicuously
under
the
sable
shadow
of
the
"
bigotite
.
"
Even
then
is
she
beautiful
;
but
,
like
that
of
the
female
jaguar
,
'
tis
a
beauty
that
inspires
fear
rather
than
affection
.
At
all
times
it
is
a
countenance
that
bespeaks
for
its
owner
the
possession
of
mental
attributes
not
ordinarily
bestowed
upon
her
sex
.
Firmness
,
determination
,
courage
--
carried
to
the
extreme
of
reckless
daring
--
are
all
legible
in
its
lines
.
In
those
cunningly-carved
features
,
slight
,
sweet
,
and
delicate
,
there
is
no
sign
of
fainting
or
fear
.
The
crimson
that
has
struggled
through
the
brown
skin
of
her
cheeks
would
scarce
forsake
them
in
the
teeth
of
the
deadliest
danger
.
She
is
riding
alone
,
through
the
timbered
bottom
of
the
Leona
.
There
is
a
house
not
far
off
;
but
she
is
leaving
it
behind
her
.
It
is
the
hacienda
of
her
uncle
,
Don
Silvio
Martinez
,
from
the
portals
of
which
she
has
late
issued
forth
.
