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Updated: September 21, 2025
Her skirts hung like the full trousers of Persian women, and were a deep yellow in colour. Her feet were bare, and shone white on the red floor. "How do you do, Suzee?" said Morley. "How do you do, Mister Morlee," returned the girl lightly, smiling and showing pretty little teeth as she did so. "You two gentlemen want some tea? Very good. I make it."
Suzee's letter has only decided me to speak now. I have been meaning to ask you to let me go for some time, only I put it off because I thought you would dislike it so and would feel dull without me. But now, if you let me leave you, you can go to Suzee for a time, and she will amuse and occupy you, and if you want me at the end of the year I will come back."
"I heard you laughing as I came in," I returned, more than ever disgusted by her lies and her throwing all the blame on her companion. "It's no use lying to me, Suzee, you found that out at Sitka. What I want to make clear to you is this: if I find you doing this sort of thing again I shall send you away from me altogether, because I won't have it." Suzee looked terror-stricken. "Send me away!
Scarlet was already running in bright ribands over the whiteness of the bed, Suzee's blood and my own. I threw up my left arm and caught his wrist and turned the hand and knife upwards till it pointed to the ceiling, my own arm stretched to the fullest length upright. Suzee gave one horrible cry of terror, animal terror, and then there was silence beside me.
I went straight back to my rooms and wrote to her. I poured out my whole heart in the letter, imploring her to come to me; yet every line I wrote I knew was useless, useless. Still I could not rest nor exist till I had written it, and when it was posted I felt a certain solace. I walked on to my club afterwards, and amongst other letters found another from Suzee.
We both watched the undergrowth across the open space intently. For a second nothing moved, then the boughs parted in front of us, and through the great lichen streamers and rugged bands of grey-green moss depending from them, peered an old, drawn-looking face. Suzee gave a piercing shriek of dismay, and started to her feet. "My husband!" she gasped.
"Now, sir, will you tell me what you mean by behaving like this in a respectable hotel?" He caught sight of Suzee sitting on the ground and started; the girl stared up at him with a look of astonishment in which I thought recognition blended. "Come outside," I said mildly, "and take a turn in the corridor with me." And we both went out and shut the door.
We finished our luncheon and then, in a hired carriage, drove to the Plaza de Toros. I, with a feeling of cold depression, Suzee, gaily dressed and in the highest spirits. All the city was streaming out in splendid carriage or miserable shay. Rich and cultured, poor and illiterate, human beings are all alike in their love of butchery and blood.
The following day was Sunday, the day appointed by the Prince of Peace, and dedicated here by his followers, the Christians, to the torture and slaughter of their helpless companions in this world the animals. Sunday, throughout Mexico, is the day most usually fixed for a bull-fight, and to-day there was going to be one, and Suzee had begged me to take her to see it.
At breakfast time the next day I went to the administrador and told him to send up ours by another waiter, and never to allow the former one to come into our room again. Then I went upstairs to Suzee. As I unlocked the door and entered I saw she was up and dressed. She came to me, looking white and frightened. "Oh, Treevor, do forgive me, I never will again. Only say you forgive me.
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