THE MARQUESA DE MONTEMAYOR
Pepita pretended to be busy over the brazier.
“No, I’m not going to send it,” she said. She was aware during the long pause that followed that the Marquesa was staring at her in stupefaction. “I’ve changed my mind.”
“I know she would like a letter from you, Pepita. It would make her very happy. I know.”
Pepita was reddening. She said loudly: “The innkeeper said that there would be some new charcoal ready for you at dark. I’ll tell them to bring it up now.” She glanced hastily at the old woman and saw that she had not ceased from staring at her with great sad inquiring eyes. Pepita felt that these were not things one talked about, but the strange woman seemed to be feeling the matter so strongly that Pepita was willing to concede one more answer: “No, it was a bad letter. It wasn’t a good letter.”
Doña María fairly gasped. “Why, my dear Pepita, I think it was very beautiful. Believe
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