ONE 11~,~ an Antonio?\" Ellen Good- 0 man s plump cheeks quivered on the words. \"But that s out west someplace, isn t it?\" \"Texas,\" l,ewis Harte said curtly. \"Texas? I don t think I--\" \" Our new stale,\" Mr. Mallory said. \"Our twenty-eighth, 1 be- lieve.\" \"But, still, a wilderness... Aren t there Indians, and things like that?\" \" Horselcathcrs,\" Lewis said, and drained his glass of claret. The black man standing just behind his chair moved swiftly, silently, to refill it. Lewis s wife, Joanna, counted mentally: his fifth glass. \"And you ve actually been there, Mr. Mallory?\" Ellen s aunt Sarah turned her astonished gaze on that gentleman. \"To this Santa-- Santa... \"Well,\" Mr. Mallory said, \"I haven t exactly been to San Antonio, but 1 have seen Texas. Our ship stopped at the port of Galveston on the way here. 1 tound it quite a civilized city, actually.\"
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