Sometimes I don't wonder she is so much to him and he to her.
She was brought up in the home where she was born.

Her father is one of those strange people; and I fancy there is something between her and Clasfempta more than...." I could not let this go on; and stepping back from the window as if I had but just returned, I called Eunane by name.

She came at once, a little surprised at the summons, but suspecting nothing.

But the first sight of my face startled her; and when, on the impulse of the moment, I took her hands and looked straight into her eyes, her quick intelligence perceived at once that I had heard at least part of the conversation.
"Ah," she said, flushing and hanging her head, "I am caught now, but"-- in a tone half of relief--"I deserve it, and I won't pretend to think that you are angry only because Eveena is your favourite.

You would not allow any of us to be spited if you could help it, and it is much worse to have spited her." I led her by the hand across the peristyle into her own chamber, and when the window closed behind us, drew her to my side.
"So you would rather belong to the worst master of your own race than to me ?" "Not now," she answered.