Yet he did not dare to move. For
with the quickened senses of a lover he felt the diffused and
perfumed aura of HER presence, of HER garments, of HER flesh, flow
in upon him through the open window, and possess his whole
breathless being! It was SHE! Like him, perhaps, longing to enjoy
the perfect night--like him, perhaps, thinking of--
"So you ar-range to get rid of me--ha! lik thees? To tur-rn me off
from your heels like a dog who have follow you--but without a word--
without a--a--thanks--without a 'ope! Ah!--we have ser-rved you--
me and my sister; we are the or-range dry--now we can go! Like the
old shoe, we are to be flung away! Good! But I am here again--you
see. I shall speak, and you shall hear-r."
Don Caesar's voice--alone with her! Paul gripped his chair and sat
upright.
"Stop! Stay where you are! How dared you return here?" It was
Yerba's voice, on the balcony, low and distinct.
"Shut the window! I shall speak with you what you will not the
world to hear."
"I prefer to keep where I am, since you have crept into this room
like a thief!"
"A thief! Good!" He broke out in Spanish, and, as if no longer
fearful of being overheard, had evidently drawn nearer to the
window.
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