on a little and hear him talk one of the who stood near spoke to by the pretty sister of him quickly when he saw us � as if he knew us � and presently the same came and spoke to and soon came and spoke too the one who approached us first was one of the three who drank at the table near us on the evening after the fight once in his boyhood lived near the village you left he knew and some others he was pleased to see and speak of them � it was as if they were friends at once he has a good heart put in they all say that of him he remembered everything � even old who lived to be a hundred and was bent double he asked if he lived yet it seems strange that he was once so near us and was a little lad ill used and poor he is not too proud to remember it he would be a good friend to one in trouble � � though he is rich and spoken of by the whole world so great a was convinced by the pretty sister of must be known to the entire universe that night as made ready for her bed old who had retired lay and looked at her the girl stood in the flood of brilliant white moonlight which bathed part of the bare room her round arms were lifted as she the soft dusky of her hair to which there yet clung a few stars of there was the shadow of a smile on her lips and she was humming a tune what does he want with � this said who knows said he wants something went on they don t make friends with those beneath them for nothing these fine ones they all talk of you these foolish fellows and he has heard and makes friends so that he can see you what do they say of me asked without to look up by the pretty sister of men are all fools grumbled and they think girls are fools too they say you have a pretty face and he thinks you are not one does he said with a cruel little smile let him come to morrow � to night let him begin he will begin soon enough answered you will see be sure he does not play the old game with you as he did with shook the small stray blossoms out of her hair and began to the breaking into singing in a dear voice white white is the flower let its light thee here to mj where i await thee white white is the flower sweet sweet is the heart of the rose sweet mj mouth s she stopped short and dropped her arms by x shook the small stray blossoms out of her hair c � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � by the pretty sister of see she said let him want what he will let him come a thousand times and i will never speak to him in the gardens the next sunday they met him was talking to a young girl whose name was and whose brother was following in the footsteps of and the rest it was who first saw the and uttered an your brother is coming she cried with � yes with s simple face was on fire with delight but looked less gay and his step was less carelessly than it had been in the bull ring as he approached the group he looked only at but looked only at her eyes laughing is cross she said she has been asking for you she wishes to go home s eyes were fastened upon her face upon her red lips as she spoke he by the pretty sister of had heard that she was like this that she gave her glances to no man that she was prettier than the rose in bloom and as cruel as a young hawk and his heart beat as he found himself near to her since the hour he had seen her he had thought only of how he might see her again of how he might find her he had made one bold plan after another and had been forced to abandon each of them and then mere chance had thrown in his path and now the instant he approached her she was about to him he spoke a few hurried words to it was too early to go away the pleasure of the day was scarcely at its height he wished to entertain them they must not go i will go and speak to said and he went leaving the four together the two ones were somewhat abashed by the splendor of the dashing figure they gazed at it with mingled by the pretty sister of and joy to be so near it was enough without effort at conversation moved to s side a spanish lover loses little time i saw you he said at the bull fight looked over his shoulder and smiled at a passing woman who had greeted her her face and she showed her small white teeth it was as if she did not see the at all it was at the fight he persisted two weeks ago you had a red flower in your hair aa you have to y ever it was not true said to what i said of she is 