His displeasure would be far more dreadful to her
than the Senora's. His would give her grief; the Senora's, at utmost,
only terror.
Clasping her hands, she said, "Oh, Senora, have mercy! Do not say
that to the Father!"
"It is my duty to tell the Father everything that happens in my
family," answered the Senora, chillingly. "He will agree with me,
that if you persist in this disobedience you will deserve the
severest punishment. I shall tell him all;" and she began putting the
trays back in the box.
"You will not tell him as it really is, Senora," persisted Ramona. "I
will tell him myself."
"You shall not see him! I will take care of that!" cried the Senora,
so vindictively that Ramona shuddered.
"I will give you one more chance," said the Senora, pausing in the
act of folding up one of the damask gowns. "Will you obey me?
Will you promise to have nothing more to do with this Indian?"
"Never, Senora," replied Ramona; "never!"
"Then the consequences be on your own head," cried the Senora.
"Go to your room! And, hark! I forbid you to speak of all this to
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