"Ah! you would recognize him, Senor Roderic, did you but meet on the ocean as castaways, or in the midst of the Great Sahara."
"Then he looks like you?"
"They have always said it."
"That is enough—I shall remember always."
"And you undertake the mission?" eagerly.
His eyes met her glowing orbs.
"You have yourself named the condition, Georgia. If I find this brother you will forgive me the cruel past—you promise to love me again?"
"Ah, senor, I have never been able to crush that love from my heart—it is as strong there to-day as when we pledged our lives to happiness. Stay, do not misunderstand me," as he made a movement toward her, "until you have done something to atone for your desertion, Senor Roderic, we may not resume those relations."
"And should fate baffle my search—should Leon be actually dead, do I lose all, sweetheart—will you throw my love away like an old glove?"