“I thought you said that they wouldn’t be married till Easter.”
“Not now,” she said. “She’ll go to him by the noon train to-morrow; you will see. I shall have to go with her. She’ll be married by the Bishop to-morrow midnight, so that the mother may see the son married. Then she’ll be with that man all her life.”
“She chose him, out of all the men in the world,” he said. “And I don’t wonder; he’s a fine fellow.”
“A fine fellow? Only a few years ago he was the friend of this Don José of the Murder Gang.”
“I don’t know about that,” Hi said. “He’s a fine fellow now; and she thinks so.”
“She thinks so now, but in a week, in a month . . . with that man all the time.”
“Here’s Pablo, with a message for you,” Hi said.
“There is someone to see you, Señorita,” Pablo said, “Tomás Chacon, the notary from Santa Barbara.”
“Strange,” Rosa said to Hi. “This is the notary whom Manuel left in charge of the murderer. If you will stay by these roses, to watch the humming birds for a moment, I will speak to him.”
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