You understand?
I forbid it." Vanamee turned on him with a sudden cry.

"Then, tell your God to give her back to me!" Sarria started away from him, his eyes widening in astonishment, surprised out of all composure by the other's outburst.

Vanamee's swarthy face was pale, the sunken cheeks and deep-set eyes were marked with great black shadows.

The priest no longer recognised him.

The face, that face of the ascetic, lean, framed in its long black hair and pointed beard, was quivering with the excitement of hallucination.