But though this was so, as yet he did not admit it to himself; indeed, he scarcely knew it.
Juanna looked up and saw him standing before her, proud and handsome, an air of command upon his thoughtful face, deep-chested, bearded, vigorous, a man amongst men.

She saw the admiration in his eyes and blushed, knowing that, do what she would to prevent it, it was reflected in her own.

She remembered all that this stranger had done for her, how he had risked his life a hundred times, how she would now have been dead and unlovely were it not for his intrepid deeds, and remembering, something stirred at her heart.
Was it gratitude that moved her thus?
She did not know; but whatever it was, she turned her head that he might not read it on her face.

Another moment, and she was holding out her hand to him and smiling pleasantly.
"Good morning," she said, "I hope that you have slept well, and that you have no bad news." "I spent eight hours in a state of absolute stupor," he answered laughing, "and there is no news at all to speak of, except that I have got rid of those slaves, poor creatures.

I fancy that our friends, the slave-dealers yonder, have had enough of our company, and are scarcely likely to follow us." Juanna turned a shade paler, and answered: "I trust so.