José — page 164: what you’re looking at

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JOSE. 157 partially sheltered as she was, without being com- pletely drenched; but she hesitated to trust herself to the shelter of a house of whose tenants she was wholly incapable of forming an idea. That it was tenanted was attested by the glow of a fire within, ~ quite plainly to be seen through the transparency. But the storm might continue throughout the long night, and, moreover, she required rest and food, She thrust her hand into the pocket of her dress, loosening the small dagger in its scabbard; then knocked resolutely on the door. The raging storm outside seemed to have drowned the sound, for all remained quiet within, and as though this made her bolder, she knocked again and louder. This time she had not long to wait until the door was opened. A sharp-featured Mexican face became visible. Head. and shoulders were cautiously thrust forward, and at sight of the young lady, holding her horse by the bridle and stanaing before him, in the fading daylight and the glow of the fire from the interior of the cabin, seemed at a loss what to make of the strange apparition. “May I enter here while the storm lasts—and can you direct me to the Santa Fe stage station?” Mary asked, screwing up her courage at sight of those strange features. The fellow regarded her for a second longer with- out a word, then, shaking his head, he closed the door. Mary did not know whether this implied a refusal to let her enter, or whether he had not understood her words. She waited. Gladly would she have listened to some sound within, but the furiously raging storm drowned every other sound. At the lapse of several minutes, however, the door was re-opened, and the figure of a stout woman EGomichooks (e(o)