Prince Zilah -- Volume 2

imson with anger, as if at an insult; now, by a sudden opposite sentiment, as she listened to him recalling those days, she felt a

and, if the terrible agony of memory had not burned in her heart, she would have wonde

who had no share in the drama, for the end of Men

h they are the cause, to that specious plea, and Marsa asked herself, in amazement, what a

ou, the thief has only to cry 'What could I do? I loved that money, and so I sto

nd the other side of the table, barred her exit, speaking in a

ce Andras! Do not marry him if you do not wish

I understand that it is you

ess and folly. I am almost insane: you know it well. Have pity upon me! I love you as no wo

me as if you had a right to dictate my actions. I have given you my for

ar

ever delivered from your presence. I command

you previously, it was because, although you were no longer mine, you at least were no one else's; but I will not-pardon me, I can not- endure the thought that your beauty, your grace, will be another's. Think of

rayers. It is a woman who has forgotten you, who does not even know that a wretch has abused her ignorance and her confidenc

should already have struck him in the face. But you who ac

s those of a person sick to death, flamed

"But, should I have to pay with my life for the moment of happiness I shoul

And yet I have told you there are certain hours of fever

dly. "But, in fact, you have already done that.

to call it, makes my blood like fire in my veins! I see you again as you were. I feel your kisses on my lips. I love you madly, passionately! Do you understand, Marsa? Do you understand?"

om advancing, and regarding her with eyes which burned with reckless passion, wounded self- love, and torturing jealousy. "Yes

" exclaimed

look and gesture. "Go! I order yo

an blood, flashed from her eyes; and Menko, fascinated, gazed at her as if turn

arest treasure, I have preserved the key of that gate I opened once to meet you who were waiting

ichel opened, and came, as he said, to meet her waiting for him. It was true. Yes, it was true. Menko did not lie this time! She had w

plead my cause. The letters you wrote to me, those dear letters which I have covered with my kisses and blistered with my tears, those letters which I have

her lips trembling horri

sa?" he repeated, implorin

e murmure

everish laugh burst from her lips, an

sition has been made once before-it is historical-you probably remember it.

es a threat, which gave

ed a danger. "Yo

orable enough not to use them as a weapon against me. This interview, which wearies more than it angers me, must be the last. You must leave me to my sorrows or my joys, without imagining that you could ever have anything in common with a woman who des

make recoil by speaking of danger. Through the gate, or over the wall if the ga

Tzigana curle

ins open these summer nights. You see that you have only to come. But I warn you neither to un

I shall be under the window of the pavilion at the end of the garden, and that you must me

u thin

ertain

ain?

you will

to reflect. Give

my hands. I assure you that it would be folly to make of a man like

self. Well! it matters little to me. I shall not be in the pavilion where you have spoken to me of your love, and I will have it torn down and the debris of it bur

if to measure the degree of audacity to

, giving to the salutation an e

out her hand, and pu

ant ap

eman out," she s