Canadian fiction -- 20th century; Detective and mystery stories
"For some reason I never could bring myself to call him 'father.' He
encouraged me to call him Francisco, and I have always done so. He has
invariably been kind to me in his casual, offhand way, which is not the
same of course as a real affection. I always acted towards him as my
instinct told me he wished me to act, that is to say, the amusing
child, the plaything for idle hours. He was the master, the source of
all good things. If anybody had asked me if I loved him, I suppose I
would have said yes, but I can see now that I never did, though I saw
nothing but his charming, good-humored, amusing side.
"The de Socotras are of the old Spanish stock, very prominent in
Managuay; and in addition Francisco has made a great fortune to revive
the ancient glories of his house. How he made it I don't know. I am
ashamed to confess my ignorance of the practical side of life. While
Francisco is always deep in affairs he has no regular, visible business
like other men. He has no office. He never appears to do any work,
but just 'confers' with men of all kinds. It has something to do with
politics.
"But there is no doubt about the reality of the fortune. He was rich
before I went to live with them. We live in grand style at home. I
remember how grand it seemed to me when first I went to them. Later of
course I learned to take everything for granted, and came to think that
it was the only way for nice people to live. We have a fine house in
Santiago and a magnificent country place among the hills. I had horses
to ride, automobiles, jewels, troops of servants who looked up to me as
a superior being. We went to Havana every year, or to Paris if Mamma
felt equal to the trip, and bought more clothes than we could ever wear.
"It is small wonder that a girl should be spoiled by a life like this.
Half-grown girls are fatally impressionable. I completely forgot the
saner, healthier ideas I had been taught in the beginning, and soon
began to look upon myself as one of the chosen ones of earth,
responsible only to God who looked with great leniency on the faults of
one like me. Life was very busy and pleasant. Everything helped one
not to think. I imbibed the idea that it spoiled a woman's looks to
think. So I just frivoled.
"I was a good deal freer than the other Managuayan girls and I got the
name of being very daring. Much was excused me because I was
half-American. I was the one who got up the private theatricals and
took the boys' parts myself. The old ladies talked with bated breath
of how I rode and hunted in knickerbockers. I loved to shock them.
You do not know our Spanish dowagers. They acted on me like a
perpetual dare.
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