_Bueno_! I see eet as eet
vas."
The telltale red blood swept to the roots of Miss Norvell's hair, but
her indignant reply came swift and vehement.
"No, stop! Never dare to speak such words. I am not like that! Can
you think of nothing except the cheap masquerade of love? Have you
never known any true, pure friendship existing between man and woman?
This mining engineer has been good to me; he has proved himself a
gentleman. It is not love which makes me so anxious now to serve him,
to warn him of imminent danger--it is gratitude, friendship, common
humanity. Is it impossible for you to comprehend such motives?"
The other touched her for the first time with extended hand, her face
losing much of its previous savagery.
"I know so ver' leettle 'bout such kinds of peoples, senorita," she
explained regretfully, her voice low, "de kind vat are good and gentle
and vidout vantin' somting for eet. Eet ees not de kinds I meet vis
ver' much. Dey be all alike vis me--lofe, lofe, lofe, till I get seek
of de vord--only de one, an' I not know him ver' vell yet.
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