"I have watched so long for your eyes to open, Kaya! My—wife."
The girl moved uneasily on the pillow.
"My wife—Kaya!"
He put his arms about her and she lay still for a moment, scarcely breathing. Then she spoke:
"I am not your wife, Velasco. Take your arms away."
"Your cheek is so soft, Kaya; the centre is like a red rose blushing. Let me rest my cheek against it."
"Take your cheek away—Velasco."
"Your lips are arched like a bow, so red, so sweet! When I press them—I press—them!"
"Velasco—Velasco! Take your lips—away!"
The girl half rose on her pillow, pushing him back; striking at him feebly with her bare hands; "Go—don't touch me! I have been asleep—I am mad! I am not your wife—Velasco! We must part at once—I tell you, we must part!"