The passionate emotion which she had resolutely suppressed began to get beyond her control.
"I was thinking about you last night," she abruptly resumed.

"You are a gentle little creature--but I have seen you show some spirit, when your aunt's cold-blooded insolence roused you.

Do you know what I would do, if I were in your place?
_I_ wouldn't wait tamely till he came back to me--I would go to him.

Carmina! Carmina! leave this horrible house!" She stopped, close by the sofa.

"Let me look at you.