“Then go! Oh certainly go!”
Suddenly her tears came afresh.
“I knew you didn’t really want me,” she wept.
Then Cipriano’s voice said, with a hot, furtive softness of persuasion:
“You are not his! He would not tell you!”
“That is very true,” said Ramón. “Don’t listen to me!”
He spoke in Spanish. And Kate glanced up sharply through her tears, to see him going quietly, but swiftly, away.
She wiped her face, suddenly calm. Then she looked with wet eyes at Cipriano. He was standing erect and alert, like a little fighting male, and his eyes glowed black and uncannily as he met her wet, limpid glance.
Yes, she was a bit afraid of him too, with his inhuman black eyes.
“You don’t want me to go, do you?” she pleaded.