And when I touched the dear old Moor's soft nose just now, I felt I couldn't do it at any cost; but that I must go into the world and have dogs and horses, and see the mountains and enjoy myself, and leave the rest to chance and the kindness of the Virgin, Marcos." He did not answer at once, and she thrust her hand through the woodbine again.
"Where are you ?" she asked.

"Why do you not answer ?" He took her hand and held it for a moment.
"You are thinking," she said, with a little laugh.

"I know.

I have seen you think like that by the side of the river, when one of the trout would not come out of the Wolf and you were wondering what more you could do to try and make him.

What are you thinking about ?" "About you." "Oh!" she laughed.