It reminded Poindexter that as he had again deceived her she must take the government of her affairs in her own hands henceforth.

She abandoned all the furniture and improvements she had put in Los Cuervos to him, to whom she now knew she was indebted for them.

She could not thank him for what his habitual generosity impelled him to do for any woman, but she could forgive him for misunderstanding her like any other woman, perhaps she should say, like a child.

When he received this she would be already on her way to her old home in Kentucky, where she still hoped to be able by her own efforts to amass enough to discharge her obligations to him.
"She does not speak of her husband, this woman," said Don Jose, scanning Poindexter's face.

"It is possible she rejoins him, eh ?" "Perhaps in one way she has never left him, Don Jose," said Poindexter, with grave significance.
Don Jose's face flushed, but he returned carelessly, "And the rancho, naturally you will not buy it now ?" "On the contrary, I shall abide by my offer," said Poindexter, quietly.
Don Jose eyed him narrowly, and then said, "Ah, we shall consider of it." He did consider it, and accepted the offer.