“Oh, my poor guardian!” she exclaimed contritely. “But why aren’t you a reader of the poets? Then you would find something to say to make me feel–sorry.”
“You say it then.”
“Why, for example, you might call all the stored vengeance of heaven right down on my ungrateful top.”
The soldier gazed at the ungrateful top. It was of burnished copper. A rebellious lock was then blowing in the wind, and there was a wide, rakish crown of rice-white straw. There was also a soft skin of creamy satin, lips blood red, a velvet patch near a dimple, and two gray eyes that danced behind the hat’s filmy curtain. An ungrateful top, out of all mercy!
11CHAPTER II
A Fra Diavolo in the Land of Roses
“A haunter of marshes, a holder of moors.”
–Beowulf.
The torpid, sordid and sun-baked port of Tampico gave little promise of aught so romantic and rare and exotic as the young French woman’s coveted thrill of ecstasy. There was first the sand bar, which kept ships from coming up the deep Pánuco to the town. Beyond there were lagoons and swamps mottling the flat, dreary, moisture-sodden, fever-scourged land. There were solemn pelicans, and such kind of grotesque bird as use only one leg, it being long enough for two, and never that to walk upon, so far as anybody had ever noticed. Such an old fellow would outline himself against the yellow loneliness, like a lump of pessimistic philosopher impaled on the end of his own hobbling crutch. Tarpons and sharks and sword-fish, monstrous, sinister, moved slothfully in the viscid waters. From scrubby growth on the banks a hundred or a hundred thousand crows had much ado with rebuking the invaders of their solitude.
Next, clusters of thatch roofs appeared, and in an hour the party from the Impératrice Eugénie gained the wharf of the port. The sailors managed to steer through a tangle of shipping and dugout scows, the latter heaped high with fruits and flowers of many colors, or hides or fish of many aromas. Before the small boat could touch the worm-eaten quay, Jacqueline had poised herself on its edge, caught her skirts, and hopped lightly over the 12 stretch of water yet remaining. Then she gazed curiously around on Mexico.