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When Alday had left us, the charming señorita, in whose care I was well pleased to find myself, led me into a cool, spacious room, dimly lighted, scantily furnished, and with a floor of red tiles. It was a great relief to drop into a sofa there, for I now felt fatigued and suffered great pain from my arm. In a few moments I had the señorita, her mother, Doña Mercedes, and an old serving-woman all round me. Gently drawing off my coat, they subjected my wounded arm to a minute examination; their compassionate fingertips -- those of the lovely Dolores especially -- feeling like a soft, cooling rain on the swollen, inflamed part, which had become quite purple.
"Ah, how barbarous of them to hurt you like that! a friend, too, of our General! " exclaimed my beautiful nurse; which made me think that I had involuntarily become associated with the right political party in the State.