'Is this a bribe to make me give up the papers?' I demanded in a moment, perversely. 'Much as I value it, if I were to be obliged to choose, the papers are what I should prefer. Ah, but ever so much!'
'How can you choose—how can you choose?' Miss Tita asked, slowly, lamentably.
'I see! Of course there is nothing to be said, if you regard the interdiction that rests upon you as quite insurmountable. In this case it must seem to you that to part with them would be an impiety of the worst kind, a simple sacrilege!'
Miss Tita shook her head, full of her dolefulness. 'You would understand if you had known her. I'm afraid,' she quavered suddenly—'I'm afraid! She was terrible when she was angry.'
'Yes, I saw something of that, that night. She was terrible. Then I saw her eyes. Lord, they were fine!'
'I see them—they stare at me in the dark!' said Miss Tita.
'You are nervous, with all you have been through.'
'Oh yes, very—very!'
'You mustn't mind; that will pass away,' I said, kindly. Then I added, resignedly, for it really seemed to me that I must accept the situation, 'Well, so it is, and it can't be helped. I must renounce.' Miss Tita, at this, looking at me, gave a low, soft moan, and I went on: 'I only . wish to heaven she had destroyed them; then there would be nothing more to say. And I can't understand why, with her ideas, she didn't.'
'Oh, she lived on them!' said Miss Tita.
'You can imagine whether that makes me want
