Then she smiled a little to herself, an involuntary smile of triumph. Had he not said in the dusk of the corridor last night that his soul was at her feet? With that battle won from the intolerant Mexican girl, were the jewels and the coin out of reach? Had he not said a boat left no track on the ocean,—the boat he had sworn to find a harbor for,—sworn to?
Of course it was only a fleeting fancy, but it drifted across her brain as a sort of solace for her fretful, feverish rebellings against the uneven division of things, and it served its purpose, for she was at last lulled into slumber by the dream, though of course it was only a dream.
But dreams, when dreamed by two, suggest such alluring possibilities!
Mujer! Mujer! Mi corazon de fuego,
Te adore con delirio y con ternura,
Porque eres bella angelical criatura,
Como los flores que adoran a' Dios;
Lejos de ti no me importa la existencia
El mundo todo y sus mentidas glorias.
Lejos de ti la vida es ilusoria,
Porque tu eres mi vida,
Tu eres mi amada,
Tu eres mi Dios!
