She sat down
on the edge of the box. Her face became white, and the blood left her
lips. With a great effort she remained quiet and folded her hands on her
lap.
Gregorio looked at her for a moment, a cruel smile making his sinister
face appear almost terrible, and his bloodshot eyes glared at her
savagely. At last he broke the silence by shouting her name hoarsely,
making at the same time a movement toward her. He looked like a wild
animal about to spring upon his prey. Xantippe, however, did not flinch,
answering softly:
"I am not deaf. What do you want here?"
"It is my room; I suppose I have a right to be here."
"I apologise for having intruded."
"None of your smooth speeches. The Englishman has schooled you
carefully, I see. Can you say 'good-bye' in English yet?"
"Why should I say 'good-bye'?"
"It is time. You will come back to me now."
"Never."
Gregorio laughed hysterically and stood beside her. His fingers played
with her hair. In spite of her fear lest she should irritate him,
Xantippe shrank from his touch. Gregorio noticed her aversion and said
savagely:
"You must get used to me, Xantippe.
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