Ностромо
Chapter 8
Shecamestraightonandlaidherhandonthemare’sneckwithatimid,coquettishlookupwardsoutofthecornerofhereyes.
“Querido,”shemurmured,caressingly,“whydoyoupretendnottoseemewhenIpass?”
“BecauseIdon’tlovetheeanymore,”saidNostromo,deliberately,afteramomentofreflectivesilence.
Thehandonthemare’snecktrembledsuddenly.Shedroppedherheadbeforealltheeyesinthewidecircleformedroundthegenerous,theterrible,theinconstantCapatazdeCargadores,andhisMorenita.
Nostromo,lookingdown,sawtearsbeginningtofalldownherface.
“Hasitcome,then,everbelovedofmyheart?”shewhispered.“Isittrue?”
“No,”saidNostromo,lookingawaycarelessly.“Itwasalie.Ilovetheeasmuchasever.”
“Isthattrue?”shecooed,joyously,hercheeksstillwetwithtears.
“Itistrue.”
“Trueonthelife?”
“Astrueasthat;butthoumustnotaskmetoswearitontheMadonnathatstandsinthyroom.”AndtheCapatazlaughedalittleinresponsetothegrinsofthecrowd.
Shepouted—verypretty—alittleuneasy.
“No,Iwillnotaskforthat.Icanseeloveinyoureyes.”Shelaidherhandonhisknee.“Whyareyoutremblinglikethis?Fromlove?”shecontinued,whilethecavernousthunderingofthegombowentonwithoutapause.
