But you say we are to forget. Forget! It is so
easy to say. How shall we do it?"
"I will go away--"
"If you have the heart to go away, then go. But I will follow you. The
world is very small, they say--it will not be hard for me to find you,
wherever you are."
"If I beg you--if I ask it as the only kindness, the only act of
friendship, the only proof of your love--you will not come--you will not
do that--"
"I will, if it costs your soul and mine."
"Orsino! You do not mean it--you see how unhappy I am, how I am trying
to do right, how hard it is!"
"I see that you are trying to ruin both our lives. I will not let you.
Besides, you do not mean it."
Maria Consuelo looked into his eyes and her own grew deep and dark. Then
as though she felt herself yielding, she turned away and sat down in a
chair that stood apart from the rest. Orsino followed her, and tried to
take her hand, bending down to meet her downcast glance.
"You do not mean it, Consuelo," he said earnestly. "You do not mean one
hundredth part of what you say.
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