Ramona by Helen Hunt Jackson
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romance. For serious study or for deep thought she had no
vocation. She was a simple, joyous, gentle, clinging, faithful nature, like a clear brook rippling along in the sun,-- a nature as unlike as possible to the Senora's, with its mysterious depths and stormy, hidden currents. Of these Ramona was dimly conscious, and at times had a tender, sorrowful pity for the Senora, which she dared not show, and could only express by renewed industry, and tireless endeavor to fulfil every duty possible in the house. This gentle faithfulness was not wholly lost on Senora Moreno, though its source she never suspected; and it won no new recognition from her for Ramona, no increase of love. But there was one on whom not an act, not a look, not a smile of all this graciousness was thrown away. That one was Felipe. Daily more and more he wondered at his mother's lack of affection for Ramona. Nobody knew so well as he how far short she stopped of loving her. Felipe knew what it meant, how it felt, to be loved by the Senora Moreno. But Felipe had learned while he was a boy that one sure way to displease his mother was to appear to be aware that she did not treat Ramona as she treated him. And long before he had become a man he had acquired the habit of keeping to himself most of the things he thought and felt about his little playmate sister,-- a dangerous habit, out of which were slowly ripening bitter fruits for the Senora's gathering in later years. IV IT was longer even than the Senora had thought it would be, |
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