So I help too; I just ride
de pony, but I help. I go San Juan; I see de Distric' Attorney." She
clapped her hands, laughing at the thought. "Si, I know de Distric'
Attorney ver' veil. He tink Mercedes ver' nice girl; he tink I dance
bettah as any he ever saw; he say so to me. He do vat Mercedes vant,
vat she say vas de right ting--sure he do. Vas dat not de bettah,
senor?"
"Possibly," yet secretly questioning her motives, "but--but really, you
know, I always supposed you to be a friend of Farnham's!"
The girl instantly flushed crimson to the roots of her black hair,
bringing her hands together sharply, her eyes straying from Winston to
the suddenly uplifted face of Miss Norvell.
"No, no," she said, at last, her voice softer. "He vas not to me
anyting! She know how it vas; maybe she tell you sometime. Not now,
but sometime. I jus' vant do right. I vant serve Senor Brown, not dat
Farnham no more. No, no! once, maybe, I tink dat man ver' nice; I tink
him good friend; he say much promise Mercedes.
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