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I do miss my baby so to play with." "You did not strike me as a very devoted mother when I saw you at Sitka," I answered. "Oh, Treevor, he was a very fine boy, and I took so much care of him. Was he not a very large child?" "Yes, he certainly was, and with a dreadful voice and a furious temper. It's no use worrying me, Suzee, about the matter.
Because he has great muscles, as you have, and could kill her, and because she can't deceive him, because he sees all her lies, as you do. Yes, Treevor, I love you now very much indeed. Come here again, kiss me again." But somehow her pleading did not move me. The moment when I had been drawn to her had gone by, swallowed up in a feeling of disgust.
This idea took her fancy at once. It appealed to her keen love of material things. Beauty in air and sky was nothing to her; but something she could pick up and handle, become possessed of, like the shells, deeply interested her. She rose at once. "I had better take a basket, Treevor," she said, "to carry them back in."
I tore aside the muslin veils on her bosom and found the wound: it was not large, just one clean stab, turning purple at the edges. "It is deep, Treevor; so deep. And it bleeds inside me. It is drinking my life. I have only a few minutes to tell you. Hold up my head. I can't breathe." I slipped my arm beneath her little neck.
"The killing is not nice," she said, in deference to my opinions, I suppose; "but the music and the people are fun, I think. Do let us stay for one more fight. You won't want to bring me again." "No, I certainly shan't," I answered. "Then do let me stay now, Treevor, just one more time."
Suzee recovered consciousness just before we reached the hotel, but when she had opened her eyes she closed them again instantly and covered her face with her hands with a cry of terror. "Oh, Treevor, that awful bull; where is it now? It can't get at us, can it?" "No, poor brute," I answered. "You are safe enough now, Suzee; you are miles away from the bull-ring."
"Good evening, Treevor," she said, smiling up at me. And I bent down and pressed my lips to those little, soft, curved ones she put up for me. We started out at once. Suzee told me we were going for a long way to see the wood, and had the important air of a person going on a lengthy expedition.
And I was very much afraid of you, Treevor, if I did anything at all, so I really, really have not." I kept my eyes fixed on hers all the time she was speaking, and I felt as the words came eagerly from her lips that they were the truth. Her exquisite, untouched beauty, her ardour of passionate welcome to me helped to illustrate it. I smiled at her.
"Oh, Treevor, it is dreadful to look at things like that," she exclaimed, moving her fingers before her face and looking at me with one eye through them. Then she made some rapid passes over her head, as if to ward off the evil spirits I had conjured up. I laughed.
And I put my hand round her soft column of throat, feeling all its quick pulses throbbing hard into the palm of my hand. "Put your head down on my heart, Treevor. Lie down beside me; now let us think we have drunk a little opium, just a little, and we are going to sleep through a long night together. Hush! What is that? Did you hear anything?"
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