“Who art thou?”
But she leaned her breast on him and insisted,—“Hurry! See how lonely it is here, and I love thee! Come!”
“Who art thou?” repeated Vinicius.
“Guess!”
As she said this, she pressed her lips to his through the veil, drawing toward her his head at the same time, till at last breath failed the woman and she tore her face from him.
“Night of love! night of madness!” said she, catching the air quickly. “Today is free! Thou hast me!”
But that kiss burned Vinicius; it filled him with disquiet. His soul and heart were elsewhere; in the whole world nothing existed for him except Lygia. So, pushing back the veiled figure, he said,—
“Whoever thou be, I love another, I do not wish thee.”
“Remove the veil,” said she, lowering her head toward him.
At that moment the leaves of the
