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Margarita XXVII
Contributed by
ramfire
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Saturday, 28th September 2002 @ 11:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
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And Margarita holds her mother's sleeve
as she's lead toward the waiting surrey ride.
El Segundo with reins of bays doth weave
to find a space at colonnade's near side.
"I've never seen him misbehave, Segundo. Are you sure about this thing?"
"I don't use a tight rein, Patron."
Don Hernandez became indignant. "Nor do I, Diego Silva. If you're worried---."
"I didn't mean any disrespect, Alcalde. Please forgive me. I'm deeply honored
your Excellency's chosen my Bravo to ride."
"I'll take care of your animal, Diego Silva. Don't think he'll be arrogantly abused."
"Your Excellency," Don Huerra spoke for his foreman, "Segundo's only
thinking of your safety. He didn't mean you ride with a high hand. Please Sir,
ride my horse. I can tell you with absolute assurance he'll give you no trouble."
Dona Rose had enough of such talk. She swung her green taffeta skirt out of
the way preparing to step up into the surrey. "Oh, get on him Jose," she said
agitatedly. "Let's go home. Do you want us all to get soaking wet? It's
foolishness you want to go to the harbor on such a day as this. No doubt you'll
ruin your best suit. Let's get on with it!" Don Huerra quickly helped obese lady into
the carriage. He moved to help Margarita. She gave her hand to her father.
"I don't worry for you, father," she said stepping lightly up. "Ride Bravo. It'll
show people I have a real vaquero for a father."
Don Jose smiled at daughter in affection. "You understand me very well, Margarita.
I know my brother envies me for having such a daughter as you."
Quietly she spoke to her father so that no one could hear. "My Uncle Miquel
loves me too, father. But I don't think mother does. She shouldn't have
sent me away. Promise me if things don't go right at Peralta that I can live
with Uncle Miquel."
"I know there are differences between you and your mother, Margarita. If it
comes to that and Miquel is willing, I'm willing."
Margarita threw her arms around her father's neck. She kissed in on the
cheek, whispering in his ear, " my uncle's not the only one I love."
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Re: Margarita XXVII
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by Jackee_line on
Wednesday, 16th April 2003 @ 08:51:02 AM AEST
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