José — page 234: what you’re looking at

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JOSE. | 207 very well, speak on; satisfy yourself—I must toler- ate it!’ “T have southern blood in my veins, Baumann, or I should be able to explain why the tone in which she talked to me, the tremcr of her forcibly suppressed voice, that affected me like an echo sounding from the deep recesses of her heart, could so excite my passions, instead of the significance of her words restoring my complete self-control; I talked with her in a determinedly modulated voice as impulsively it welled forth from my heart, and it afforded mea sort of cruel satisfaction to relieve myself of the burden resting on me. She had turned away from me while I uttered my feelings, with a convulsive shaking of her entire frame; I waited in vain for a reply, but I was as firmly convinced that I had been addressing a heart that was only strug- oling against itself, that long I lay gazing up into the bright sky, with a secret emotion of happiness, oblivious as well of my own critical situation as of the Indians around me. “When I awoke, Jose was already occupied in dressing the chief’s injuries. I heard that he had suffered severely during the night, and that the young medicine-man had intimated he was only harming himself by keeping his prisoners tied, and that he would do well to give credence to their words, as none would attempt to escape, only to perish on the plains Jose was paler than the day previous, and I tried in vain to read those features, which in point of immutability, reminded me of a face of marble. “We proceeded on our journey, and when on the second night the Indians went into camp, she was assigned a place at the chief’s side, The medicine Comicboo cS