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"
Prom
whom
?
"
"
Prom
your
sweet
self
,
Doña
Isidora
.
"
"
You
are
presumptive
,
Don
Miguel
Diaz
!
Think
,
Señor
,
to
whom
you
are
addressing
yourself
.
Remember
,
I
am
the
daughter
of
--
"
"
One
of
the
proudest
Haciendados
in
Tamaulipas
,
and
niece
to
one
of
the
proudest
in
Texas
.
I
have
thought
of
all
that
;
and
thought
too
that
I
was
once
a
haciendado
myself
and
am
now
only
a
hunter
of
horses
.
Carrambo
!
what
of
that
?
You
're
not
the
woman
to
despise
a
man
for
the
inferiority
of
his
rank
.
A
poor
mustanger
stands
as
good
a
chance
in
your
eyes
as
the
owner
of
a
hundred
herds
.
In
that
respect
,
I
have
proof
of
your
generous
spirit
!
"
"
What
proof
?
"
asked
she
,
in
a
quick
,
entreating
tone
,
and
for
the
first
time
showing
signs
of
uneasiness
.
"
What
evidence
of
the
generosity
you
are
so
good
as
to
ascribe
to
me
?
"
"
This
pretty
epistle
I
hold
in
my
hand
,
indited
by
the
Doña
Isidora
Covarubio
de
los
Llanos
,
to
one
who
,
like
myself
,
is
but
a
dealer
in
horseflesh
.
I
need
not
submit
it
to
very
close
inspection
.
No
doubt
you
can
identify
it
at
some
distance
?
"
She
could
,
and
did
;
as
was
evinced
by
her
starting
in
the
saddle
--
by
her
look
of
angry
surprise
directed
upon
Diaz
.
"
Señor
!
how
came
you
in
possession
of
this
?
"
she
asked
,
without
any
attempt
to
disguise
her
indignation
.
"
It
matters
not
.
I
am
in
possession
of
it
,
and
of
what
for
many
a
day
I
have
been
seeking
;
a
proof
,
not
that
you
had
ceased
to
care
for
me
--
for
this
I
had
good
reason
to
know
--
but
that
you
had
begun
to
care
for
him
.
This
tells
that
you
love
him
--
words
could
not
speak
plainer
.
You
long
to
look
into
his
beautiful
eyes
.
