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Was
her
servant
a
traitor
?
Or
had
Diaz
met
him
on
the
way
,
and
forced
the
letter
from
him
?
To
either
of
these
questions
an
affirmative
answer
might
be
surmised
.
On
the
part
of
Diaz
such
an
act
would
have
been
natural
enough
;
and
as
for
José
,
it
is
not
the
first
time
she
has
had
reason
for
suspecting
his
fidelity
.
So
run
her
thoughts
as
she
re-ascends
the
slope
,
leading
up
from
the
river
bottom
.
The
summit
is
gained
,
and
the
opening
entered
;
Isidora
now
riding
side
by
side
with
the
mayor-domo
.
No
Miguel
Diaz
there
--
no
man
of
any
kind
;
and
what
gives
her
far
greater
chagrin
,
not
a
scrap
of
paper
!
There
is
her
hat
of
vicuña
wool
--
her
seraph
of
Saltillo
,
and
the
loop
end
of
her
lazo
--
nothing
more
.
"
You
may
go
home
again
,
Señor
Benito
!
The
man
thrown
from
his
horse
must
have
recovered
his
senses
--
and
,
I
suppose
,
his
saddle
too
.
Blessed
be
the
virgin
!
But
remember
,
good
Benito
Secrecy
all
the
same
.
Entiende
,
V
?
"
"
Yo
entiendo
,
Doña
Isidora
.
"
The
mayor-domo
moves
away
,
and
is
soon
lost
to
sight
behind
the
crest
of
the
hill
.
