Miss Naida, your face, your eyes, even your lips almost continually tell me one thing; your words another.

I know not which to trust.

I never meet you except to go away baffled and bewildered." "You wish to know the truth ?" "Ay, and for ail time! Are you false, or true?
Coquette, or woman?
Do you simply play with hearts for idle amusement, or is there some true purpose ruling your actions ?" She looked directly at him, her hands clasped, her breath almost sobbing between the parted lips.

At first she could not speak.

"Oh, you hurt me so," she faltered at last.