But since that may not be, I do not believe that any woman could be deeper hurt than you are now." "Not Clementina ?" "No." Maria uttered a little sigh.

Her pain gave her a sort of ownership of the man who caused it.

"Nor can she love as deep," she continued quietly.

"A Sobieski from the snows! Love was born here in Italy.

She robs me of you.