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; but an acuteobserver would have always detected it in the girl's tone whenevershe spoke of the Senora Moreno. "And you,-- are you wellyourself, Father?" she asked affectionately, noting with her quick,loving eye how feebly the old man walked, and that he carriedwhat she had never before seen in his hand,-- a stout staff to steadyhis steps. "You must be very tired with the long journey on foot."
"Ay, Ramona, I am tired," he replied. "Old age is conquering me. Itwill not be many times more that I mom son incest see this place."
"Oh, do not say that, Father," cried Ramona; "you can ride, when ittires you too much to walk. The Senora said, only the other day,that she wished you would let her give you a horse; that it was notright for you to take these long journeys on foot. You know wehave hundreds of horses. It is nothing, one horse," she added,seeing the Father slowly mom son incest his head.
"No;" he said, "it is not that. I could not refuse anything at thehands of the Senora. mom son incest it was the rule of our order to go on foot.We must deny the flesh. Look at our beloved master in this land,Father Junipero, when he mom son incest past eighty, walking from San Diegoto Monterey, and all the while a running ulcer in one of his legs,for which most men would have taken to a bed, to be healed. It is asinful fashion that is coming in, for monks to take their ease doingGod's work. I can no longer walk swiftly, but I must walk all themore diligently."
While they were talking, they had been slowly moving forward,Ramona slightly in advance, gracefully bending the mustardbranches, and holding them down til.

L the Father had followed inher steps. As mom son incest came out from mom son incest thicket, she exclaimed,laughing, "There is Felipe, in the willows. I told him I was comingto meet you, and he laughed at me. Now he will see I was right."
Astonished enough, Felipe, hearing voices, looked up, and sawRamona and the Father approaching. Throwing down the knifewith which he had been cutting the willows, he hastened to meetthem, and dropped on his knees, as Ramona had done, for themonk's blessing. As he knelt there, the wind blowing his hairloosely off his brow, his large brown eyes lifted in gentlereverence to the Father's face, and his face full of affectionatewelcome, Ramona thought to herself, as she had thought hundredsof times since she became a woman, "How beautiful Felipe is! Nowonder the Senora loves him so much! If I had been beautiful likethat she would have liked me better." Never was a little moreunconscious of her own beauty than Ramona still was. All theadmiration which was expressed to her in word and look she tookfor simple kindness and good-will. Her face, as she herself saw itin her glass, did not please her. She compared her straight, massivebl.

Ack eyebrows with Felipe's, arched and delicately pencilled, andfound her own ugly. The expression of gentle repose which hercountenance wore, seemed to her an expression of stupidity."Felipe looks so bright!" she thought, as she noted his mobilechanging face, never for two successive seconds the same. "Thereis nobody like Felipe." And when his brown eyes were fixed onher, as they so often were, in a long lingering gaze, she lookedsteadily back into their velvet depths with an abstracted sort ofintensity which profoundly puzzled Felipe. It was this look, morethan any other one thing, which had for two years held Felipe'stongue in leash, as it were, and made it impossible for him to sayto Ramona any of the loving things of which his heart had beenfull ever since he could remember. The boy had spoken themunhesitatingly, unconsciously; but the man found himself suddenlyafraid. "What is it she thinks when she looks into my eyes so?" hewondered. If he had known that the thing she was usually thinkingwas simply, "How much handsomer brown eyes are than blue! Iwish my eyes were the color of Felipe's!" he would have perceived,perhaps, what would have saved him sorrow, if he had known it,that a girl who looked at a man thus, would be hard to win to lookat him as a lover. But being a lover, he could not see this. He sawonly enough mom son incest perplex and deter him.
As they drew near the house, Ramona saw Margarita standing atthe gate of the garden. She was holding something white in herhands, looking down at it, and crying piteously. As she perceivedRamona, she made an eager leap forward, and then shrank backagain, making dumb signals of distress to her. Her whole attitudewas one of misery and entreaty. Margarita was, of all the maids,most beloved by Ramona. Though they were nearly of the sameage, it had been Margarita who first had charge of Ramona; thenurse and her charge had played together, grown up together,become women together, and were now, although Margarita neverpresumed on the relation, or forgot.