So great was her emotion, so violent, her impulse to draw away from him, that she nearly fell to the floor.
PART THIRD
THE INTRUDER
Two days later, when Don Jaime was awaiting his dinner in the tower, having returned from a fishing excursion, Pèp presented himself and deposited the basket upon the table with an air of solemnity.
The rustic tried to make excuse for this extraordinary visit. His wife and Margalida had gone to the hermitage of the Cubells again, and the boy had accompanied them.
Febrer began to eat with a lusty appetite after having been on the sea since daybreak, but the serious air of the peasant at last claimed his attention.
"Pèp, you want to say something to me, but you are afraid," said Jaime, in the Ivizan dialect.
"That is true, señor."