One would have thought those coyotes and Koorotora's bones had been buried with the cruel gossip of your relations"-- (it had been the recent habit of Dona Maria to allude to "the family" as being particularly related to Maruja alone)--"over my poor friend.

Let him beware that his ancestor's mound is not uprooted with the pear-tree, and his heathenish temple destroyed.

If, as the engineer says, a branch of the new railroad can be established for La Mision Perdida, I agree with him that it can better pass at that point with less sacrifice to the domain.

It is the one uncultivated part of the park, and lies at the proper angle." "You surely would not consent to this, my mother ?" said Maruja, with a sudden impression of a newly found force in her mother's character.
"Why not, child ?" said the relict of Mr.Saltonstall and the mourner of Dr.West, coldly.

"I admit it was discreet of thee in old times to have thy sentimental passages there with caballeros who, like the guests of the hidalgo that kept a skeleton at his feast, were reminded of the mutability of their hopes by Koorotora's bones and the legend.
But with the explosion of this idea of a primal curse, like Eve's, on the property," added the Dona Maria, with a slight bitterness, "thou mayest have thy citas--elsewhere.