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Disturbed conscience, a feeling akin to disloyalty, pricked him, but
the temptation left him powerless to resist--those black eyes held him
already captive; and yet in this moment of wavering indecision, that
teasing hand once again rested lightly upon his shirt-sleeve.
"Please do dat, senor," the voice low and pleading. "It vas not ver'
mooch just to let a girl see your leetle mine. What harm, senor? But
maybe it's so because you no like me?"
Startled by so unjust a suspicion, the eyes of the young giant
instantly revealed a degree of interest which caused her own to light
up suddenly, her red lips parting in a quick, appreciative smile which
disclosed the white teeth.
"Ah, I see it vas not dat. Eet make glad de heart--make eet to sing
like de birds. Now I know eet vill be as I vish. How do I get down,
senor?"
Thus easily driven from his last weak entrenchments, his heart
fluttering to the seduction of her suggestive glance, the embarrassed
Stutter made unconditional surrender, a gruff oath growling in his
throat.


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