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without taking the slightest notice of her, Luis Cervantes
hastily took one of the turns and disappeared among the
rocks.
At this hour, as usual, the calcinated rocks, the sunburnt
branches, and the dry weeds faded into the semiobscurity
of the shadows. The wind blew softly, the green
lances of the young corn leaves rustling in the twilight.
Nothing was changed; all nature was as she had found it
before, evening upon evening; but in the stones and the
dry weeds, amid the fragrance of the air and the light
whir of falling leaves, Camilla sensed a new strangeness,
a vast desolation in everything about her.
Rounding a huge eroded rock, suddenly Camilla found
herself face to face with Luis, who was seated on a stone,
hatless, his legs dangling.
"Listen, you might come down here to say good-bye."
Luis Cervantes was obliging enough; he jumped down
and joined her.
"You're proud, ain't you Have I been so mean that
you don't even want to talk to me"
"Why do you say that, Camilla You've been extremely
kind to me; why, you've been more than a friend,
you've taken care of me as if you were my sister. Now
I'm about to leave, I'm very grateful to you; I'll always
remember you."
"Liar!" Camilla said, her face transfigured with joy.
"Suppose I hadn't come after you"
"I intended to say good-bye to you at the dance this
evening."
"What dance If there's a dance, I'll not go to it."
"Why not"
"Because I can't stand that horrible man . . . Demetrio!"