Catholics -- United States -- Fiction; Fathers and daughters -- Fiction; Nuns -- Fiction; West (U.S.) -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
"Perhaps," he said in much lower tones than he usually employed,
"perhaps Mr. Gore knows what you call his road better than I. But he
does not know better the goal he wants to reach."
("Say!" Sarella asked herself, "what's coming?")
Two of the cowboys were coming--had come in fact. They appeared at that
moment round the corner of the house, ready for supper.
"So," one of them said, with rather loud irritation, evidently
concluding a story, "my dad married her, and I have a step-ma younger
than myself--"
CHAPTER XVIII.
Everyone on the range, from its owner down to old Jack, considered that
Gore made much more way after his trip to Denver. Mariquita, it was
decided, had, as it were, awakened to him. It was believed that she and
he saw more of each other, and that she liked his company.
Sarella thought things were going so well that they had much better be
left to themselves, and this view she strongly impressed upon Don
Joaquin. He had gradually come to hold a higher opinion of her sense; at
first he had been attracted entirely by her beauty. Her aunt had not
been remarkable for intelligence, and he had not thought the niece could
be expected to be wiser than her departed elder.
Sarella, on the other hand, did not think her admirer quite so sensible
as he really was. That he was shrewd and successful in business, she
knew, but was the less impressed that his methods had been slow and
unhurried. To her eastern ideas there was nothing imposing (though
extremely comfortable) in a moderate wealth accumulated by thirty years
of patient work and stingy expenditure. But she was sure he did not in
the least understand his own daughter, in whom she (who did not
understand her any better than she would have understood Dante's _Divina
Commedia_) saw nothing at all difficult to understand. The truth was
that Don Joaquin had never understood any woman; without imagination, he
could understand no sex but his own--and his experience of women was of
the narrowest. Nevertheless, he was nearer to a sort of rough, nebulous
perception of his daughter than was Sarella herself.
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