"I shall not go!" shouted Mansana.
"You will not go? Have you lost your senses?"
"I shall not go," repeated Mansana, his hands and arms raised above his head as if in confirmation of an oath.
Sardi was taken aback.
"Then you really do love her?" he whispered.
Mansana recoiled. A groan, as from the strength of his whole frame, alarmed Sardi, who feared an attack of apoplexy, but after a brief struggle with himself, Mansana's countenance cleared, and slowly, as though unconsciously and to himself, he murmured:
"Yes, I love her!" Then, turning to Sardi, he added: "And I shall not go away!"
And from that moment he was like a driven hurricane of wind.
He turned and hurried away, in a storm of passion.
"Where are you making for?" asked Sardi, as he hastened after him.