by you at all costs. I want to make amends to you, I want to prevent a crime. Yet there you lie and set your face against a compromise; and there you lie and taunt me with the thing that’s gall and wormwood to me already. I know I gave you provocation. And I know I’m rightly served. Why do you suppose I went into this accursed thing at all? Not for the gold, my boy, but for the girl! So she won’t look at me. And it serves me right. But - I say - do you really think she loathes me, Cole?”
“I don’t
it mattered with whom I made friends? What had anything mattered to me? What did anything matter -
I thought my heart had snapped!
Why were they watching that door, Joaquin Santos and the young squire? Whom did they await? I knew! Oh, I knew! My heart leaped, my blood danced, my eyes lay in wait with