“Oh! no, no!”
“Believe me yes, Lupita! Say again you will never cease to love me.”
“Never, never! Tuya—tuya—hasta la muerte!” (Yours—yours—till death!)
How often has this question been asked! How often answered as above!
I sprang into the saddle. A parting look—another from a distance—a wave of the hand—and the next moment I was urging my horse in full gallop under the shadowy palms.
Chapter Twenty Seven.
A Disappointment and a New Plan.
I overtook my companions as they were entering the woods. Clayley, who had been looking back from time to time, brushed alongside, as if wishing to enter into conversation.