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Ncomfortable. The room was large, and had twowindows, and the door was never shut; yet the air seemed toAlessandro stifling.
"I should be as ill as the Senor Felipe, if I had to stay in that room,and a bed is a weakening thing, enough to pull the strongest mandown," said Alessandro to Juan Can one day. "Do you think Ishould anger them if I asked them to incest bbs me bring Senor Felipe outto the veranda and put him on a bed of my making? I'd wager myhead I'd put him on his feet in a week."
"And if you did that, incest bbs might ask the Senora for the half of theestate, and get it, lad," replied Juan, Seeing the hot blooddarkening in Alessandro's face at his words, he hastened to add,"Do not be so hot-blooded. I meant not that you would ask anyreward for doing it; I was only thinking what joy it would be to theSenora to see Senor Felipe on his feet again. It has often crossedmy thoughts that if he did not get up incest bbs this sickness the Senorawould not be long behind him. It is but for him that she lives. Andwho would have the estate in that case, I have never been able tofind out."
"Would it not be the Senorita?" asked Alessandro.
Juan Can laughed an ugly laugh. "Ha, ha! Let the Senora hear yousay that!" he said. "Faith, it will be little the Senorita gets morethan enough for her bread, may be, out of the Moreno estate.

. Harkye, Alessandro; if you will not tell, I will tell you the story of theSenorita. You know she is not of the Moreno blood; is no relationof theirs."
"Yes," said Alessandro; "Margarita has said to me that the SenoritaRamona was only the foster- of the Senora Moreno."
"Foster-!" repeated Juan Can, contemptuously, "there issomething to the tale I know not, nor ever could find out; for whenI was in Monterey the Ortegna house was shut, and I could not getspeech of any of their people. But this much I know, that it was theSenora Ortegna that had the girl first in keeping; and there was ascandalous tale about her birth."
If Juan Can's eyes had not been purblind with old age, he wouldhave seen that in Alessandro's face which would have made himchoose his words more carefully. But he went on: "It was after theSenora Ortegna was buried, that our Senora returned, bringing this with her; and I do assure you, lad, I have seen the Senoralook at her many a time as if she wished her dead. And it is ashame, for she was always as fair and good a as the saintsever saw. But a stain on the blood, a stain on the blood, lad, is abitter thing in a house. This much I know, her mother was anIndian. Once when I was in the chapel, behind the big Saint Josephthere, I overheard the Senora say as much. She was talking toFather incest bbs and she said, 'If the had only the oneblood in her veins, it would be different. I like not these crosseswith Indians.'"
If Alessandro had been civilized, he would at this word "Indian"have bounded to his feet. Being Alessandro, he stood if possiblestiller than before, and said in a low voice, "How know you it wasthe mother that was the Indian?"
Juan laughed again, maliciously: "Ha, it is the Ortegna face shehas; and that Ortegna, why, he was the scandal byword of thewhole coast. There was not a decent woman would have spoken tohim, except for his wife's sake."
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Id you not say that it was in the Senora Ortegna's keepingthat the was?" asked Alessandro, breathing harder and fastereach moment now; stupid old Juan Can so absorbed in relish of hisgossip, that he noticed nothing.
"Ay, ay. So I said," he went on; "and so it was. There be suchsaints, you know; though the Lord knows if she had been mindedto give shelter to all her husband's bastards, she might have takenlease of a church to hold them. But there was a story about a man'scoming with this infant and leaving it in the Senora's room; andshe, poor lady, never having had a of her own, did warm to itat first sight, and kept it with her to the last; and I wager me, ahard time she had to get our Senora to take the when shedied; except that it was to spite Ortegna, I think our Senora wouldas soon the had been dead."
"Has she not treated her kindly?" asked Alessandro, in a huskyvoice.
Juan Can's pride resented this question. "Do you suppose theSenora Moreno would do an unkindness to one under her roof?" heasked loftily. "The Senorita has been always, in all things, likeSenor Felipe himself. It was so that she promi.