I no
care, I like dat. I no lofe him, nevah; I vas sold to him for money,
like sheep, but I learn to hate him to kill." The deep glow of the
black eyes softened, and her head slowly dropped until it touched the
other's extended arm. "But dis Senor Brown he vas not dat kind--he ask
me to marry him; he say he not care vat I been, only he lofe me, an' he
be good to me alvays. I vas hungry for dat, senorita, but I say no,
no, no! Eet vas not for me, nevah. I send him avay so sorry, an' den
I cry ven I hear his horse go out yonder. Eet vas like he tread on me,
eet hurt dat vay. Maybe I no lofe him, but I know he vas good man an'
he lofe me. Eet vas de honor ven he ask me dat, an' now I be good
voman because a good man lofes me. Holy Mother! eet vill be easy now
dat he vanted to marry me."
Impulsively Beth Norvell, her own eyes moist, held the other, sobbing
like a child within the clasp of sympathetic arms. There was instantly
formed between them a new bond, a new feeling of awakened womanhood.
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