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"
Where
is
she
?
"
he
continued
.
"
Of
whom
do
you
speak
?
I
have
seen
no
one
but
yourself
.
"
"
Carrambo
!
that
's
queer
.
Have
n't
you
met
a
woman
astride
a
grey
horse
?
"
"
I
heard
a
woman
's
voice
,
as
I
rode
up
.
"
"
Say
rather
a
she-devil
's
voice
:
for
that
,
sure
,
is
Isidora
Covarubio
de
los
Llanos
.
"
"
Was
it
she
who
has
done
this
?
"
"
Maldito
,
yes
!
Where
is
she
now
?
Tell
me
that
,
s
'
ñorita
.
"
"
I
can
not
.
By
the
sound
of
the
hoofs
I
fancy
she
has
gone
down
the
hill
.
She
must
have
done
so
,
as
I
came
the
other
way
myself
.
"
"
Ah
--
gone
down
the
hill
--
home
,
then
,
to
--
.
You
've
been
very
kind
,
s
'
ñorita
,
in
loosening
this
lazo
--
as
I
make
no
doubt
you
've
done
.
Perhaps
you
will
still
further
assist
me
by
helping
me
into
the
saddle
?
Once
in
it
,
I
think
I
can
stay
there
.
At
all
events
,
I
must
not
stay
here
.
I
have
enemies
,
not
far
off
.
Come
,
Carlito
!
"
he
cried
to
his
horse
,
at
the
same
time
summoning
the
animal
by
a
peculiar
whistle
.
"
Come
near
!
Do
n't
be
frightened
at
the
presence
of
this
fair
lady
.
She
's
not
the
same
that
parted
you
and
me
so
rudely
--
en
verdad
,
almost
for
ever
!
Come
on
,
cavallo
!
come
on
!
"
The
horse
,
on
hearing
the
whistle
,
came
trotting
up
,
and
permitted
his
master
--
now
upon
his
feet
--
to
lay
hold
of
the
bridle-rein
.
