. . . To tell him ALL!"
"All. D--n it, WHAT can she tell him?" roared Thatcher, stung out of his
self-control.
"Nothing, I hope, that she should not," said Mrs. P., and chastely
retired.
She was right. Miss Carmen posted to Monterey, running her horse nearly
off its legs to do it, and then sent back her beast and escort, saying
she would rejoin Mrs. Plodgitt by steamer at San Francisco. Then she
went boldly to the law office of Saponaceous Wood, District Attorney and
whilom solicitor of her uncle.
With the majority of masculine Monterey Miss Carmen was known and
respectfully admired, despite the infelix reputation of her kinsman. Mr.
Wood was glad to see her, and awkwardly gallant. Miss Carmen was cool
and business-like; she had come from her uncle to "regard" the papers in
the "Red-Rock Rancho" case. They were instantly produced. Carmen turned
to the application for the grant. Her cheek paled slightly. With her
clear memory and wonderful fidelity of perception she could not be
mistaken.
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