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Chapter 13
SheturnedhereyesuponGiselle,sittingatadistance,withsomethingofmaternaltenderness,andthejealousanguishofarivaloutragedinherdefeat.Thensheroseandwalkedovertoher.
“Listen—you,”shesaid,roughly.
Theinvinciblecandourofthegaze,raisedupallvioletanddew,excitedherrageandadmiration.Shehadbeautifuleyes—theChica—thisvilethingofwhitefleshandblackdeception.Shedidnotknowwhethershewantedtotearthemoutwithshoutsofvengeanceorcoveruptheirmysteriousandshamelessinnocencewithkissesofpityandlove.Andsuddenlytheybecameempty,gazingblanklyather,exceptforalittlefearnotquiteburieddeepenoughwithalltheotheremotionsinGiselle’sheart.
Lindasaid,“Ramirezisboastingintownthathewillcarryyouofffromtheisland.”
“Whatfolly!”answeredtheother,andinaperversitybornoflongrestraint,sheadded:“Heisnottheman,”inajestingtonewithatremblingaudacity.
“No?”saidLinda,throughherclenchedteeth.“Ishenot?Well,then,looktoit;becausefatherhasbeenwalkingaboutwithaloadedgunatnight.”
“Itisnotgoodforhim.Youmusttellhimnotto,Linda.Hewillnotlistentome.”
“Ishallsaynothing—neveranymore—toanybody,”criedLinda,passionately.
Thiscouldnotlast,thoughtGiselle.Giovannimusttakeherawaysoon—theverynexttimehecame.
