"You see, God does not help the kitten, and He will not help you.

Here, let men see what they are going to buy," and gripping the breast of her white robe he rent it open.
With one hand Juanna gathered up the torn dress, and with the other she began to do something to her hair.

An agony of fear took hold of Leonard.

He knew the story of the poison which she carried: was she about to use it?
Once again their eyes met, and there was warning in his glance.

Juanna loosed her hair indeed, and let it fall about her shoulders, covering her rent robe to the waist, but she did no more.