A , dusty, flyblooo    grace, tuo find time is about turn of tury, long after t is past; and t ty-stri s, run tos corrupt ss bank, telegrap is an appoi of theirs.

        tablis in toly ill-matcive European aristocrat and ress, traigive, affeate woman.

        Ser of Maria Mendoza, ts s ai, arrived, t of no;I"ve e er all time. . . to go." Roxanad    of experien trade; affed it    good reason to lie lo tomers very    of trouble, tors -- and sometimes tor, a stray passerby, a travelling salesman, say, or a smuggler. thel prospers.

        And t, in    and ts of dandified black, lends a little class to t; so o to or resss bar. A certain bitterness, a dnity, cerises t.

        t lets visitors buy drinks for    a distinguisance about ill, even if o ry, a legendary marksman. tter among t o do an a a circus. o s all il she day she was born!

        But        some man so, some seamy story. . .    it in San Francisco, on terfront? No, no, no -- everytria, ermany, or ouc Roxana. s, no only ts best not to pay attention to sucories, even if Maddalena once old    ts sively crosses herself.

        In toions. ion to live anyty as a picture, s sixteen, sullen, dissatisfied, s a feion    to learn o read and e.    does so read and e for? Not    so get married, isnt so a ric !

        In ternoon, time, Roxana and er sit in Roxanas boudoir    togetly tippling tequila. Maria Mendoza is a r, mannised and spurred bandit erate, moter only, tiful teresa. "e finally fixed it, Roxana; signed, sealed and almost delivered. . . See, ure of teresas fiance. . . isnt ;

        Roxana looks at tograp, even if a more po least so get    o bed. And teresa    eve ended. . . "No, no!" cries Maria. "ts not necessary. Love s eresas babies, my grandcs bo; But Roxana is less certain and sfully. "Anyeresa    do about it," says ;its all been fixed up by Mendoza, s queen of tire border. ts a lot better t;

        tockade, in a filt of folloook it over, a rat Spaniseresas e of a fats out teresa, ter, screams at ;e live like pigs! Like pigs!"

        Problems in t tiest of all to start up t c fecoaco take tting on barrels in tore o er t a ce!

        y boy, too, in a velvet coat, e fingers! erously sing at cter. ed voice. Is trace of a fn at?

        Like t, artlingly alien in tive, semi-desert enviro.

        Roxas maternally at t of s t by playing a little Bra-of-tune, onk piano. ts eyes mist over; oire at Vienna?    it be possible? raordinary. . . so you udying at toire at Vienna? Alted ural sceptic. But    piano-player shes ever heard.

        And, anyions in to matter.     a little room over to sleep in,    to keep t. t bored. . . doher you.

        But Joed being. ely.

        In ograps -- on tered pine dressing-table; pins up a poster for tz. ograp;Ive found out o t    be long no long."

        s outside. Maria Mendoza is ing to visit er, riding astride, like a man,    to pay a formal call on ! Ride back eresa!

        Sullen, surns    trots away, s , Johnnys briefly veil.

        teresa is momentarily fused; thing.

        In t, Jo. tears of seal nostalgia roll do still try not to remember. . . ly, is it true ing in tro- starts.

        t t o obtain a bullet t iss its target. . .

        An old legend, says t. In titious villages, till.

        All kinds of s in the open window.

        ts of a certain aristocrat, s -- arent t a man    amongst t whores and murderers?

        t, s another whisky.

        Is it true o    -- t, you! old man -- ation as a marksman so extraordinary t everyo ural powers?

        t, rec    of Paganini, t    o play t;

        "And per; says Johnny.

        "Youre a musi, not a murderer, Jo;

        "Stranglers and piano-players bot a bullet is more merciful," suggests Johnny obliquely.

        Out of some kind of dream into    says: "t belongs to t is ;

        But tonig, t say any more. o bed, to Roxana,    Roxana takes care of you, saken care of you, ever since she found you.

        Roxana motoo, but scroubled eyes. All    and play in times s ts old rifle, rokes tock; but    ts of deat all. Notakes no i in ts unhy.

        It seems to Roxana t ty. to be g to one anotimes talk in German. Roxa, it makes    out, excluded.

        begot and to find him?

        Could it be?

        Old man and young one,    be?

        And if it is, ell her, Roxana?

        Secrets make    out, excluded. Ss in equila.

        Voices beloogetion of ttle scummy pond in front of t back off treet.

        She crosses herself, goes on rog.

        "Speak Englis leave ts mysteries be; says t. "ted    bery, full of ;

        rocks of t lour do.

        "But try is more a by far trange gods brood over it. I s, never."

        Aliens, strangers, t and Jo teresas fating.

        Jo, tells t s rain carried. s, boti from California, from a booking in San Francisco. . . and he far away, in Europe.

        Mendoza ore t ried to stop t her because she was screaming so loudly.

        Calm, quiet, Jos all.

        "e all ragedies."

        "Some tragedies urn ba trators. Ive planned my revenge. A suitably operatic revenge. I siful senorita and give    s rangling tiful pianists ;

        Quiet, assured, deadly -- but inpetent.    knoher; never raised his hand in anger in his life.

        But ter arrived at    o ensure no bullet he mark. . .

        "If youve pla all so ed to your vengeance. . ."

        Jo, assured, deadly.

        "If youre quite determio t is indeed more merciful tely fired."

        And t ed Mendozas pt for y.

        But Jo o lose? Youve noto a dead end, kept by a    took. . . give me a gun t    self. I kno one. I know --

        "I o lose," says t inscrutably. "Except my sins, Jo my sins."

        teresa, sixteen, sullen, pretty, dissatisfied, retreats into o ter bed looted from a train especially for    of taed glitter, ges es, leafs tten, .    t pokes its eresa tchis living?

        s open. Aed dog folloing on to to gna tten rises on its o bat at teresa es, magazines, screaming -- insupportable! Sorms out of the room.

        In tyard, ering a screaming pig. ts t of teresas made for better t.

        Sely out into ty street. Empty. Like my life, like my life.

        illo of Roxanas brot has a secluded air.

        teresa skulks beside to ion. M, slack time; in voluptuous dés;Little teresa! Little teresa! e in and see your auntie!" t ogs, -girl dress, her rumpled hair.

        Roxanas doing t pours    to remonstrate ter of it, returns to side on t teresa.

        Joo play a Strauss z. Roxanas foot taps a little.

        t puts doled -- takes off s    ly flustered. Seeing    bees more courtly still. Still quite a fine figure of a man! And s a pretty girl s have been.

        Joouco play a Strauss z in ear.

        Roxana takes ts proffered arm; they dance.

        "Look! Look! Roxanas dang!"

        to to dance s, petticoats, torn stogs.

        Maddalena, partnerless, lingers on teasing teresa. Music spills out of thel.

        "teresa! teresa! e and dance ;

        Sloeresa arrives at tairs, peers the dancers collapse in a laughing heap.

        S    catc of ;teresa, teresa, scram! t;
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