eradventure that he knew.
His figure darkened the doorway. Her first thought was to turn and flee,
not because she was frightened of what he would do, but because she did
not wish to hear what he would say. She shrank from the uprolling of
the curtain of the last thirteen years, from the grim exposure of the
nakedness of their life together. Her indolent nature in repose wanted
the dust of existence swept into a corner out of sight; yet when she was
roused, and there were no corners into which the dust could be swept,
she could be as bold as any better woman.
She hesitated till it was too late to go, and then as he entered the
house from the staring sunlight and the peace of the morning, she
straightened herself, and a sulky, stubborn look came into her eyes. He
might try to kill her, but she had seen death in many forms far away
in Spain, and she would not be afraid till there was cause. Imagination
would not take away her courage. She picked up a half-knitted stocking
which lay upon the table, and standing there, while he came into the
middle of the room, she began to ply the needles.
He stood still. Her face was bent over her knitting. She did not look at
him.
"Well, why don't you look at me?" he asked in a voice husky with
passion.
She raised her head and looked straight into his dark, distracted eyes.
"Good morning," she said calmly.
A kind of snarling laugh came to his lips. "I said good morning to my
wife yesterday, but I will not say it to-day. What is the use of saying
good morning, when the morning is not good!"
"That's logical, anyhow," she said, her needles going faster now. She
was getting control of them--and of herself.
"Why isn't the morning good? Speak. Why isn't it good, Carmen?"
"Quien sabe--who knows!" she replied with exasperating coolness.
"I know--I know all; and it is enough for a lifetime," he challenged.
"What do you know--what is the 'all'?" Her voice had lost timbre. It was
suddenly weak, but from suspense and excitement rather than from fear.
"I saw you last night with him, by the river. I saw what you did. I
heard you say, 'Yes, to-morrow, for sure.' I saw what you did."
Her eyes were busy with the knitting now. She did not know what to
say. Then, he had known all since the night before! He knew it when he
pretended that his head ached--knew it as he lay by her side all night.
He knew it, and said nothing! But what had he done--what had he done?
She waited for
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