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It reminds me of women's caprices and fancies always on the jump! Yes! don't frown, Manella! that is so! Now let me see what Mr. Sam Gwent has to say that he didn't say before " and seating himself, he opened the letter and began to read. Manella watched him from under the shadow of her long-fringed eyelids her heart beat quickly and uncomfortably.
And she went up the hill by moonlight all by herself, to find HIM!" Gwent listened with close interest. "And I presume she found him?" Manella nodded, and a sigh escaped her. "Oh, yes, she found him! He told me that. And I am sure something tells me HERE" and she pressed one hand against her heart "by the way he spoke that he loves her!"
Parting the heavy masses of dark hair that enshrouded it she looked and saw what she had expected to see the face of Manella Soriso. But it was the death-mask of a face strangely beautiful but awful in its white rigidity.
That's a pity!" said Gwent "Men are curious monsters in their love-appetites; they always refuse the offered dish and ask for something that isn't in the bill of fare. You should have pretended to hate him!" "I could not pretend THAT!" said Manella, sadly "But if I could, it would not matter. He does not want a woman." "Oh, doesn't he?" Gwent was amused at her quaint way of putting it.
She tossed her head back, and her eyes flashed almost angrily. "There's no danger of that!" she said, with a little suppressed tremor in her throat like the sob of a nightingale at the close of its song. "Isn't there?" and putting his arm round her, he drew her close to himself and looked full in her eyes "Manella there WAS! a moment ago!"
The disillusion comes, of course, sooner or later, but it has to come of itself not through any other influence. She Manella Soriso has resolved to be his wife." "Gran' Dio!" Rivardi started back in utter amazement "His wife? That girl? Young, beautiful? She will chain herself to a madman? Surely you will not allow it!" Morgana looked at him with a smile.
It's getting late, you must go home." He released her and put her gently away from him. Then, as he saw her eyes still uplifted questioningly to his face, he laughed. "Upon my word!" he exclaimed "I am making a nice fool of myself! Actually wasting time on a woman. Go home, Manella, go home! If you are wise you won't stop here another minute! See now! You are full of curiosity all women are!
Manella stared in a kind of child-like wonderment, her big dusky eyes grew brilliant, then clouded with a sombre sadness. "Thank you, Senora!" she answered, pronouncing the Spanish form of address with a lingering sweetness, "It is very good of you! But I should not please you. I do not know the world, and I am not quick to learn. I am better where I am."
Women of your class like their food served differently to us poor folk, and I don't know their ways." Morgana laughed. "You quaint, handsome thing! What do you know about it? What, in your opinion, IS my class?" Manella pulled nervously at the ends of the bright coloured kerchief she wore knotted across her bosom, and hesitated a moment.
"After all, I think you must be a wicked man!" she said "You have no heart! You are not worthy to be loved!" "Quite true, Manella! You've hit the bull's eye in the very middle three times! I am a wicked man, I have no heart, I'm not worthy to be loved. No I'm not. I should find it a bore!" "Bore?" she echoed "What is that?" "What is that? It is itself, Manella!
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