CHAPTER XXXIII
DON BERNARDINO
THE stranger held himself with, if possible, greater hauteur as he answered:
“I have that great honour.”
“And I, sir,” said Marjory, with a pride rivalling his own, “am an American!” Issue was joined.
For a period which from its strain seemed very long, though it was probably but a few seconds, they stood facing each other; types of the two races whose deadly contest was then the interest of the world. The time was at any rate sufficiently long for me to consider the situation, and to admire the types. It would have been hard to get a better representative of either, of the Latin as well as of the Anglo-Saxon. Don Bernardino, with his high aquiline nose and black eyes of eagle keenness, his proud bearing and the very swarthiness which told of Moorish desc
