"I hope you're not joking," said Kirk. "Jove! I--I'm knocked clear off
my pins." A tremendous wave of excitement surged over him. "So, that's
what Alfarez meant. That's what SHE meant last night when she told me
to look up--" He broke off suddenly, for Edith's face had gone
chalk-white.
"But, Kirk, what about me?" she asked, in a strained voice.
There was deathlike silence in the room.
"You can't LOVE her," said the woman. "Why, she's only a child, and
she's--Spanish."
They stood motionless, facing each other. At last Kirk said, gravely
and deliberately,
"Yes, I love her better than anything in the world and I want to marry
her. I could give up my country, my dad--anything for her."
Pressing her gloved fingers to her temples she turned her head blindly
from side to side, whispering as if to herself:
"What will become of me?"
"Don't," he cried, in a panic, and cast a hurried look over his
shoulders. "You'll be overheard--you'll be seen. You don't know what
you're saying. Where's Cortlandt?"
"At his club, I suppose. I don't know--I--I don't care." Then the
paralysis that had numbed her vanished, and she spoke with quivering
intensity. "You've been dishonest with me, Kirk."
"Don't act this way," he ordered, roughly. "I'm terribly fond of you,
but I never knew--"
"You MUST have known."
"I knew NOTHING. I chose not to think. What I saw I forgot. I supposed
you merely liked me as I liked you."
"That night at Taboga!" she flared up. "What about that? Couldn't you
tell then? I fought--fought--fought--but I had to give up. You haven't
forgotten--those wonderful hours we had together?" She began to sob,
but steadied herself with an effort. "You say you didn't know, then
what about that afternoon in the jungle? Oh, you're not blind; you must
have seen a thousand times. Every hour we've been alone together I've
told you, and you let me go on believing you cared. Do you think that
was right? Now you are shocked because I admit it," she mocked. "Well,
I have no pride. I am not ashamed. It's too late for shame now. Why,
even my husband knows."
With an exclamation he seized her by the arm. "You don't mean that!" he
cried, fiercely. But she wrenched herself away.
"Why, do you think, I made a man of you? Why did I force you up and up
and over the heads of others? Why are you in line for the best position
on the railroad? Did you think you had made good by your own efforts?"
She laughed harshly. "I took Runnels and Wade and Kimble and the others
that you liked and forced them up with you, so you'd have an
organization that couldn't be pulled down."
"Did--did you do all that?"
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