And my sole concern then was your safety." "Oh, my safety!" she wailed brokenly.

"How does it avail me that my friends should be slain?
Why was I not with them?
I would rather have died as they died than live in the knowledge that I was the cause of their death." San Benavides essayed a confidential hand on her shoulder.

She shrank from him; he was not pleased but he purred amiably: "Mademoiselle is profoundly unhappy.

Under such circumstances one says things that are unmerited, is it not?
If anyone is to blame, it is my wretched country, which cannot settle its political affairs without bloodshed.

Ah, mademoiselle, I weep with you, and tender you my most respectful homage." A deluge of tropical rain beat on the hut with a sudden fury.
Conversation at once became difficult, nearly impossible.