To go back to Cadiz?--oh, anywhere, anywhere,
so that her blood could beat faster; so that she could feel the stir of
life which had made her spirit flourish even in the dangers of the
far-off day when Gonzales was by her side.
She looked at her guitar. She was sorry she could not take that away with
her. But Jean Jacques would, no doubt, send it after her with his curse.
She would love to play it once again with the old thrill; with the thrill
she had felt on the night of Zoe's birthday a little while ago, when she
was back again with her lover and the birds in the gardens of Granada.
She would sing to someone who cared to hear her, and to someone who would
make her care to sing, which was far more important. She would sing to
the master-carpenter. Though he had not asked her to go with him--only to
meet in a secret place in the hills--she meant to do so, just as she once
meant to marry Jean Jacques, and had done so. It was true she would
probably not have married Jean Jacques, if it had not been for the wreck
of the Antoine; but the wreck had occurred, and she had married him, and
that was done and over so far as she was concerned. She had determined to
go away with the master-carpenter, and though he might feel the same
hesitation as that which Jean Jacques had shown--she had read her Norman
aright aboard the Antoine--yet, still, George Masson should take her
away.
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