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As
the
spirit
of
the
unhappy
señorita
passed
into
eternity
,
along
with
it
went
all
rancour
from
that
of
her
more
fortunate
rival
.
There
can
be
no
jealousy
of
the
dead
.
That
of
Lady
Gerald
was
at
rest
,
and
for
ever
.
It
was
succeeded
by
a
strong
sympathy
for
the
ill-fated
Isidora
;
whose
story
she
now
better
comprehended
.
She
even
assisted
her
lord
in
the
saddling
of
his
red-bay
steed
,
and
encouraged
him
in
the
pursuit
of
the
assassin
.
She
joyed
to
see
the
latter
led
back
at
the
end
of
a
lazo
--
held
in
the
hand
of
her
husband
;
and
refused
to
interfere
,
when
a
band
of
Regulators
,
called
hastily
together
,
dealt
out
summary
chastisement
--
by
hanging
him
to
a
tree
!
It
was
not
cruelty
--
only
a
crude
kind
of
justice
:
--
"
an
eye
for
an
eye
,
and
a
tooth
for
a
tooth
.
"
And
what
a
poor
compensation
it
seemed
,
to
those
who
had
taken
part
in
exacting
it
!
As
they
stood
gazing
upon
the
remains
of
the
villain
,
and
his
victim
--
the
swarth
ruffian
dangling
from
the
branch
above
,
and
the
fair
form
lying
underneath
--
the
hearts
of
the
Texans
were
touched
--
as
perhaps
they
had
never
been
before
.
There
was
a
strange
thought
passing
through
their
minds
;
a
sadness
independent
of
that
caused
by
the
spectacle
of
a
murder
.
It
was
regret
at
having
so
hastily
despatched
the
assassin
!
Beautiful
,
even
in
death
,
was
Isidora
.
Such
features
as
she
possessed
,
owe
not
everything
to
the
light
of
life
.
That
voluptuous
shape
--
the
true
form
divine
--
may
be
admired
in
the
cold
statue
.
Men
stood
gazing
upon
her
dead
body
--
long
gazing
--
loth
to
go
away
--
at
length
going
with
thoughts
not
altogether
sacred
!
