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Short Stories | U of South Carolina P | 1974
Transcription 234THE MAROON: A ROMANCE OF THE CARIB
"So you have, my beauty—so you have! But it is not enough to
answer. Must one look angry because one is virtuous—eh?"
"But to be wrongfully accused to be wrongfully threatened!
“Oh! oh! one gets used to such things, if all other things go right.
Of course, I know that you are innocent. But how did I know
it then? For you will admit, my life, that the affair looked very
suspicious. There was I, groaning in my agony with this accursed
pain, and where were you? Ah! well! you were not with this whelp
of a musician. You did not sit looking up into his face while he was
stretching his throat against the wind, and singing nonsense to his
silly guitar? You did not prefer listening to him to tending on me,
and, of course, Juan must have been mistaken in supposing that you
suffered him that you were willing that he should—ah! never
mind! It is not easy to speak of such things without choking—but
when this whelp of a musician did put his arms about you, it was
only his impertinence, and you properly repulsed him—”
"Has not Antonio already assured you of this?" demanded the
lady, coldly.
"True—true!"
"And Perez?"
"Very true and Juan, I say, must have been mistaken."
"He is a wretch !"
"Nay, nay, do not abuse the child my own sister's child—has
good eyes, too; but, nevertheless, did not see was mistaken saw this
Lopez presume this guitar player but did not see, as Antonio and
Perez did, that you resented this presumption that you frowned
and threatened! But what an atrocious impertinence that such a
poor, puny, beardless beast of a boy should thus behave himself. Is
it not monstrous? But he shall sweat for it! should he not? Can
such an outrage be excused? What think you, my life should not
this wretch of a musician suffer?—Say! answer me ! "
The lady replied by a vacant stare.
"Ah! I see! You feel the enormity of his offence. You have not
words sufficient to declare it. Well! you will be better able to
acknowledge the propriety of the punishment I will inflict upon him."
These words were accompanied by a hideous grin. The tyrant
readily conceived all the torture which he inflicted. He watched
eagerly the features of the person he addressed, anxious to extort