Continental Monthly, Vol. I, No. VI, June, 1862 - Devoted To Literature and National Policy by Various
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Pepito followed Arthur with his sharp eye, and on beholding Adéle, asked me, in a low tone: ''Who is that lady, Caballero?' ''I can not say; I myself never saw her until to-day,' said I; and noticing his gaze riveted on her in apparent admiration, I added: ''Do you think her pretty?' ''Pretty! Holy Virgin! she is lovely enough to make a man risk his salvation to win her.' 'Feeling that my presence might be one of those superfluities with which they would gratefully dispense, I was on the point of leaving, when there was a knock at the door. Again Adéle sought refuge in my room, and again Arthur advanced to the door: ''Open, it is I,' said a voice from the outside; 'I have come to inquire after my friend Pepito.' ''Señor,' exclaimed Pepito, 'that must be my compadre, Pedro.' 'On the door being opened, they flew to one another's arms, and gave a true Mexican embrace. 'The entrance of Pedro, which evidently annoyed Mr. Livermore, awakened in my mind strange suspicions. I resolved at the earliest opportunity I had of a private interview with him, to allude to what I had overheard |
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