“How sad it must be to live like that!”
“Pst!—Not sad.... No. It is like a magic lantern, understand?—Things happen; just happen, and that’s all.”
“Without love or hate?”
“Without anything.”
“Before—when you first met us, were you a deceiver then?”
“That is when I first began.”
“Adiós, Remedios. Believe that I have made, with this confession, a very great sacrifice.—Good-bye!” And Quentin held out his hand to her.
She drew back.
“Do I frighten you still?”
“No.”