María Amparo Ruiz de Burton

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Portrait of María Amparo Ruiz de Burton María Amparo Ruiz de Burton The Squatter and the Don

Mechlin, who were less disposed to indulge in hilarity, laughed a little. Mercedes was the only one who not even smiled. She did not understand a word of what was said. Gradually she began to comprehend, and she stood motionless, listening, her pale lips firmly compressed, her eyes only showing her agitation and how grieved she was; their dark-blue was almost black, and they glowed like stars.
“Cheer up, little pussy. When Clarence comes he will undeceive the old man, and all will be right,” said Don Mariano, putting his arms around her yielding form and drawing her to his heart.
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Portrait of María Amparo Ruiz de Burton María Amparo Ruiz de Burton The Squatter and the Don

Clarence laughed a hoarse, discordant laugh that made her feel miserable.
“I have been told that young ladies say that always, when they mean to let down easily a poor devil whom they pity and perhaps despise. Thanks, Miss Mercedes, for liking me ‘as a friend,’ thank you. Perhaps I am a presumptuous fool to love you, but love you I must, for I can not help it.”
He stood up and looked down at the dark ocean in silence. She looked up to his face and her beautiful features looked so pleadingly sad, that he forgot his own misery and thought only of the pain those superb eyes revealed.
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Portrait of María Amparo Ruiz de Burton María Amparo Ruiz de Burton The Squatter and the Don

No one guessed the extent of his misery. In fact, Clarence was the only one who suspected the existence of some secret source of irritation goading him, and had that kind son been permitted to remain at home, he would have coaxed and persuaded his father to say what was torturing him. For torture it was—mental and physical. A band of purple and black encircled his body, and his arms were of that same hue from the elbow to the shoulder. The bruises made by the tight coil of the reata had left a narrow ring, which became blacker as it grew daily wider and wider.
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