Ye don't happen to know it ?" he said, addressing himself to the top of the fence.
It had been said that it was not Maruja's way to encounter man, woman, or child, old or young, without an attempt at subjugation.

Strong in her power and salient with fascination, she leaned gently over the fence, and with the fan raised to her delicate ear, made him repeat his question under the soft fire of her fringed eyes.

He did so, but incompletely, and with querulous laziness.
"Lookin'-- for--San Jose road--here'bouts." "The road to San Jose," said Maruja, with gentle slowness, as if not unwilling to protract the conversation, "is about two miles from here.
It is the high road to the left fronting the plain.

There is another way, if--" "Don't want it! Mornin'." He dropped his head suddenly forward, and limped away in the sunlight..