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To
the
young
Creole
the
whole
thing
appeared
like
a
dream
--
strange
,
rather
than
disagreeable
.
It
was
changed
to
a
frightful
reality
,
when
,
after
picking
up
a
sheet
of
paper
left
by
Diaz
where
he
had
been
lying
,
she
read
what
was
written
upon
it
.
The
address
was
"
Don
Mauricio
Gerald
;
"
the
signature
,
"
Isidora
Covarubio
de
los
Llanos
.
"
To
regain
her
saddle
,
Louise
Poindexter
was
almost
as
much
in
need
of
a
helping
hand
as
the
man
who
had
ridden
away
.
As
she
forded
the
Leona
,
in
returning
to
Casa
del
Corvo
,
she
halted
her
horse
in
the
middle
of
the
stream
;
and
for
some
time
sate
gazing
into
the
flood
that
foamed
up
to
her
stirrup
There
was
a
wild
expression
upon
her
features
that
betokened
deep
despair
.
One
degree
deeper
,
and
the
waters
would
have
covered
as
fair
a
form
as
was
ever
sacrificed
to
their
Spirit
!
The
purple
shadows
of
a
Texan
twilight
were
descending
upon
the
earth
,
when
the
wounded
man
,
whose
toilsome
journey
through
the
chapparal
has
been
recorded
,
arrived
upon
the
banks
of
the
streamlet
.
After
quenching
his
thirst
to
a
surfeit
,
he
stretched
himself
along
the
grass
,
his
thoughts
relieved
from
the
terrible
strain
so
long
and
continuously
acting
upon
them
.
His
limb
for
the
time
pained
him
but
little
;
and
his
spirit
was
too
much
worn
to
be
keenly
apprehensive
as
to
the
future
.
He
only
desired
repose
;
and
the
cool
evening
breeze
,
sighing
through
the
feathery
fronds
of
the
acacias
,
favoured
his
chances
of
obtaining
it
.
The
vultures
had
dispersed
to
their
roosts
in
the
thicket
;
and
,
no
longer
disturbed
by
their
boding
presence
,
he
soon
after
fell
asleep
.
