She merely used the weapons which
nature put into her pink palms.
CHAPTER XII
POTENTIAL MOODS
So engrossed was the senorita in her truly feminine game of
cat-and-mouse that she quite forgot her worry over Mrs. Jerry until
she was in her own room and smiling impishly at herself in the mirror,
while she brushed the wind-tangles from her hair and planned fresh
torment for the Senor Jack. The senorita liked to see his eyes
darken and then light with the flames that thrilled her; and it was
exceedingly pleasant to know that she could produce that effect almost
whenever she chose. Also, her lips would curve of themselves whenever
she thought of Jose's rage and subsequent bafflement when she rode off
with Senor Jack; and of Senor Jack's black looks when she praised
Jose afterwards. Truly they hated each other very much--those two
caballeros! She was woman enough to know the reason why, and to find a
great deal of pleasure in the knowledge.
Still smiling, she lifted a heavy lock of hair to the light and
speculated upon the mystery of coloring. Black it was, except when
the sun lighted it and brought a sheen that was almost blue; and Senor
Jack's was neither red, as was the hair of the big Senor Simpson, nor
brown nor gold, but a tantalizing mixture of all; especially where
it waved it had many different shades, just as the light gold and the
dark of the pretty senora's--It was then that remembrance came to the
senorita and made her glance a self-accusing one, when she looked at
her reflected face.
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