was like an open page to everybody. Indeed,
the people of Eagle Pass knew that Harboro
had been counted out of eligible circles considerably
before Harboro knew it himself. As for Sylvia, contentment overspread
her like incense. She was to have Harboro all to herself, and she was
not to be required
to run the gantlet of the town's
too-knowing eyes. She felt safe in that house on the Quemado Road, and
she hoped that she now
need not emerge from it until old menaces were passed, and people had
come and gone, and she could
begin a new chapter. She was somewhat annoyed by her father during
those days. He sent messages by
Antonia. Why didn't she come to see him? She was happy, yes. But could
she forget her old father? Was she that kind of a daughter? Such was
the substance
of the messages which reached her. She would not go to see him. She
could not bear to think of entering his house. Sh