Yet her eyes suddenly beamed with a new and awakening light; she put back her hair again, and half raised herself upon the pillow, to gaze at his dark, set face.
"And as I shall let no other life but ours be periled in this affair," he went on quietly, "and will accompany you myself in some disguise beyond the lines, we will together take the risks--or the bullets of the sentries that may save us both all further trouble.

An hour or two more will settle that.

Until then your weak condition will excuse you from any disturbance or intrusion here.

The mulatto woman you have sometimes personated may be still in this house; I will appoint her to attend you.

I suppose you can trust her, for you must personate her again, and escape in her clothes, while she takes your place in this room as my prisoner." "Clarence!" Her voice had changed suddenly; it was no longer bitter and stridulous, but low and thrilling as he had heard her call to him that night in the patio of Robles.