Which conclusion Juan Valdez's fondness for that race may have
helped in part to form.
But if the young Spanish girl found a little current of pleasure
in her surprise, Bucky and his friend were aware of the same
sensation. All the charm of her race seemed summed up in
Carmencita Megales. She was of blue blood, every feature and
motion told that. The fine, easy set of her head, the fire in the
dark, heavy-lashed eyes, the sweep of dusky chin and cheek and
throat certified the same story. She had, too, that coquettish
hint of uncertainty, that charm of mystery so fatal in its lure
to questing man. Even physically the contradiction of sex
attracted. Slender and lissom as a fawn, she was yet a creature
of exquisitely rounded curves. Were her eyes brown or black
or--in the sunlight--touched with a gleam of copper? There was
always uncertainty. But much more was there fire, a quality that
seemed to flash out from her inner self. She was a child of
whims, a victim of her moods. Yet in her, too, was a passionate
loyalty that made fickleness impossible. She knew how to love and
how to hate, and, despite her impulses, was capable of surrender
complete and irrevocable.
Pages:
249
250
251
252
253
254
255
256
257
258
259
260
261
262
263
264
265
266
267
268
269
270
271
272
273