think you are the loveliest creature upon earth, and your ferocity does not disgust me. It becomes you; and it is natural, being what you are. I want to take you out of all your ignorance, your peril, your barbaric liberties, and make of you the noble woman that you might become. I have no other motive. I would neither wrong you nor the dead; and you are so young; but if you be not alone, if there be another'———
'It is nothing to you,' said Musa, with passion and with desperation. 'It is nothing to you what I am or what I have.'
'You are not alone any longer,' he said, with his gaze trying to penetrate hers.
'Why should you say so?'
'Because you care too little for yourself, and are too generous to wish to kill me if it were only yourself who was disturbed by my interference.'
He kept his eyes fixed on her as he spoke; what he thought was that she sheltered Saturnino. She did not change colour or give any sign of the intense agitation that was in her.
'Very well, then; think so,' she said
