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After all that had happened I had three paths open before me—
To leave her for ever;
To force her to stay with me;
To take her life.
I took a fourth path. I submitted to her own way of treating me. Each evening I returned to my cozenage, looking at her, and waiting, waiting.
Little by little, I think, she was more softened towards me. It even seemed sometimes that she had not really intended me the harm that had in fact been done. But the tavern life she now made me lead did not suit me. It never has or can. The Señora Perez was there too.
She seemed to know nothing of what had happened. Did she lie? I heard her Memoirs once more, and paid for her glasses of Eau-de-vie.
My sole instants of joy were provided by the dances of Concha. Her triumph was the dance named The Flamenco. Wh
