She had sobbed out the whole story before Henrietta, but after that she kept her own counsel and kept a good countenance also when folks looked at her.

But there was venom at the bottom of her heart, and she nourished it there.
In a fortnight's time Fatia Negra visited her again.

There was now nothing the matter with him, all traces of the life and death struggle had disappeared.

Anicza was more affectionate towards him than ever.

She did not even ask him where he had been all this time, nor did she notice the scar on his neck which had not been there before.
Fatia Negra came to her at night, as he always did.