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It
has
come
to
that
crisis
,
that
she
can
no
longer
rest
satisfied
.
Her
impulsive
spirit
can
not
brook
ambiguity
.
She
knows
that
she
loves
him
.
She
has
determined
to
make
frank
confession
of
it
;
and
to
ask
with
like
frankness
whether
her
passion
be
reciprocated
.
Hence
her
having
made
an
appointment
that
could
not
be
kept
.
For
that
day
Don
Miguel
Diaz
had
interfered
between
her
and
her
purpose
.
So
thought
she
,
as
she
galloped
out
of
the
glade
,
and
hastened
back
to
the
hacienda
of
her
uncle
.
Astride
her
grey
steed
she
goes
at
a
gallop
.
Her
head
is
bare
;
her
coiffure
disarranged
;
her
rich
black
tresses
streaming
back
beyond
her
shoulders
,
no
longer
covered
by
scarf
or
serapé
.
The
last
she
has
left
behind
her
,
and
along
with
it
her
vicuña
hat
.
Her
eyes
are
flashing
with
excitement
;
her
cheeks
flushed
to
the
colour
of
carmine
.
The
cause
is
known
.
And
also
why
she
is
riding
in
such
hot
haste
.
She
has
herself
declared
it
.
On
nearing
the
house
,
she
is
seen
to
tighten
her
rein
.
The
horse
is
pulled
in
to
a
slower
pace
--
a
trot
;
slower
still
--
a
walk
;
and
,
soon
after
,
he
is
halted
in
the
middle
of
the
road
.
