"Then why, why," he demanded, "did you persuade me into remaining?"
"Because I loved you. I have already so told you."
"If you keep this up I shall go mad!" he cried.
"I have felt like going mad over it myself many times," she assured him. "If you think it is easy for me thus to play the Anglo-Saxon, you are mistaken. But no Anglo- Saxon, not even you whom I love so dearly, can hold me in contempt because I hide the shameful secrets of the impulses of my being. Less shameful I find it, for me to tell them, right out in meeting, to you. If this be Anglo-Saxon, make the most of it. If it be Spanish, and woman, and Solano, still make the most of it, for I am Spanish, and woman a Spanish woman of the Solanos--"
"But I don't talk with my hands," she added with a wan smile in the silence tha
