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THE MOTHER

He passed on and knocked at the door. The two women looked after him curiously.
" Who can he be?" asked Pilar. "La Cachirra's never had a visitor before."
There was no reply to his knocking, and he knocked again. They heard La Cachirra's rasping voice ask who was there.
" Madre!" he cried. "Mother."
There was a shriek. The door was burst open.
" Currito !"
The woman threw her arms round his neck and kissed him passionately. She fondled him and with a loving gesture stroked his face with both her hands. The girl and her mother who watched would never have thought her capable of such tenderness. At last, with little sobs of joy, she dragged him into her room.
" He's her son," said Rosalia, with surprise. "Who'd have thought it! And a fine fellow like that."
Currito had a lean face and white, even teeth; his hair was cut very close, shaved on the temples, and set on the scalp with a truly Andalusian perfection. The shadow of his precocious beard showed blue beneath his brown skin. And of course he was a dandy. He had the national love of fine clothes and his trousers were skin-tight; his short jacket and his frilled shirt were as new as new could be. He wore a broad-brimmed hat.
At last the door of La Cachirra's room was opened and she appeared, hanging on her son's arm.
" You'll come again next Sunday?" she asked.
" If nothing stops me."
He glanced at Rosalia and, having bidden his mother good night, nodded to her also.
" Vaya Usted con Dios!" said she.
She gave him a smile and a$ash of her dark eyes. La Cachirra intercepted the look; and the sullenness which her intense joy had driven away suddenly darkened her face likr.e a thunder-cloud. She scowled fiercely at the handsome girl.

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