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Eakable satisfaction, when the Commissioners,laying out a road down the valley, ran it at the back of her houseinstead of past the front. "It is well," she said. "Let their travel bewhere it belongs, mother son incest our kitchens; and no one have sight of thefront doors of our houses, except friends who have come to visitus." Her enjoyment of this never flagged. Whenever she saw,passing the place, wagons or carriages belonging to the hatedAmericans, it gave her a distinct thrill of pleasure to think that thehouse turned its back on them. She would like always to be able todo the same herself; but whatever she, by policy or in business,might be forced to do, the old house, at any rate, would alwayskeep the attitude of contempt,-- its face turned away.
One other pleasure she provided herself with, soon after this roadwas opened,-- a pleasure in which religious devotion and raceantagonism were so closely blended that it would have puzzled thesubtlest of priests to decide whether her act were a sin or a virtue.She caused to be set up, upon every one of the soft rounded hillswhich made the beautiful rolling sides of that part of the valley, alarge wooden cross; not a hill in sight of her house left without thesacred emblem of her faith. "That the heretics may know, whenthey go by, that they are on the estate of a good Catholic," she said,"and that the faithful may be reminded to pray. There have beenmiracles of conversion wrought on the most hardened by a suddensight of the Blessed Cross."
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Etched arms, and became landmarks to many aguideless traveller who had been told that his way would be by thefirst turn to the left or the right, after passing the last one of theSenora Moreno's crosses, which he couldn't miss seeing. And whoshall say that it did not often happen that the crosses bore a suddenmessage to some idle heart journeying by, and thus justified thepious half of the Senora's impulse? Certain it is, that many a goodCatholic halted and crossed himself when he first beheld them, inthe lonely places, standing out in sudden relief against the bluesky; and if he said a swift short prayer at the sight, was he not somuch the better?
The house, was of adobe, low, with a wide veranda on the threesides of mother son incest inner court, and a still broader one across the entirefront, which looked to the south. These verandas, especially thoseon the inner court, were supplementary rooms to the house. Thegreater part of the family life went on in them. Nobody stayedinside the walls, except when it was necessary. All the kitchenwork, except the actual cooking, was done here, in front of thekitchen doors and windows. Babies slept, were washed, sat in thedirt, and played, on the veranda. The women said their prayers,took their naps, and wove their lace there. Old Juanita shelled herbeans there, and threw the pods down on the mother son incest floor, till towardsnight they were sometimes piled up high around her, likecorn-husks at a husking. The herdsmen and shepherds smokedthere, lounged there, trained their dogs there; there the young madelove, and the old dozed; the benches, which ran the entire length ofthe walls, were worn into hollows, and shone like satin; the tiledfloors also were broken and sunk in places, making little we.

Lls,which filled up in times of hard rains, and were then an invaluableaddition to the ren's resources for amusement, and also to thecomfort of the dogs, cats, and fowls, who picked about amongthem, taking sips from each.
The arched veranda along the front was a delightsome place. Itmust have been eighty feet long, at least, for the doors of five largerooms opened on it. The two westernmost rooms had been addedon, and made four steps higher than the others; which gave to thatend of the veranda the look of a balcony, or loggia. Here theSenora kept her flowers; great red water-jars, hand-made by theIndians of San Luis Obispo Mission, stood in close rows againstthe walls, and in them were always growing fine geraniums,carnations, and yellow-flowered musk. The Senora's passion formusk she had inherited from her mother. It was so strong that shesometimes wondered at it; and one day, as she sat with FatherSalvierderra in the veranda, she picked a handful of the blossoms,and giving them to him, said, "I do not know why it is, but it seemsto me if I were dead I could be brought to life by the smell ofmusk."
"It is in your blood, Senora," the old monk replied. "When I waslast in your father's house in Seville, your mother sent for me toher room, and under her window was a stone balcony full ofgrowing musk, which so filled the room with its odor that I waslike to faint. But she said it cured her of diseases, and without itshe fell ill. You were a baby then."
"Yes," cried the Senora, "but I recollect that balcony. I recollectbeing lifted up to a window, and looking down into a bed ofblooming mother son incest flowers; but I did not know what they were. Howstrange!"
"No. Not strange, daughter," replied Father Salvierderra. "It wouldhave been stranger if you had not acquired the taste, thus drawingit in with.