Porque tu eres mi vida,
Tu eres mia mada,
Tu eres mi Dios!
CHAPTER XX
Angela Bryton sought until she found Rafael asleep in a corner of the travellers' room.
"Ana Mendez knows; she has told your wife," she said, abruptly. "Two nights and a day we have; that is all. Raquel says I am not more to you than a brown girl in the willows. You make her pay for that!"
"Pay?" He rubbed the sleep of the brandy from his eyes and sat up, then caught her to him in the instinct of possession.
Quickly she drew aside and eluded him.
"Not yet," she said, with the glint of steel in her eyes. "Not until you make her pride pay, Rafael mio! She tosses a string of pearls to me as a queen would to a waiting-maid, to show how trifling a thing it is to her. One string! Rafael, where now is that boat?"
"The boat?" He stumbled to his feet and stared at her.