It was the head of a tragedienne or a martyr, and the lean,
rather beautiful body was eloquent of life.
Presently Junia said: "To try to spoil him would be a crime against his
country, and I shall tell him you are here."
"He'll do nothing at all." The French girl's words were suddenly biting,
malicious and defiant. The moment's softness she had felt was gone, and
hardness returned. "If he hasn't moved against me since he married me, he
wouldn't dare do so now."
"Why hasn't he moved? Because you're a woman, and also he'd believe you'd
repent of your conduct. But I believe he will act sternly against you at
once. There is much at stake."
"You want it for your own sake," said Luzanne sharply. "You think he'd
marry you if I gave him up."
"Perhaps he'd ask me to marry him, if you weren't in the way, but I'd
have my own mind about that, and knowing what you've told me--truth or
lie--I'd weigh it all carefully. Besides, he's not the only man. Doesn't
that ever strike you? Why try to hold him by a spurious bond when there
are other men as good-looking, as clever? Is your world so bare of
men--no, I'm sure it isn't," she added, for she saw anger rising in the
impulsive girl. "There are many who'd want to marry you, and it's better
to marry some one who loves you than to hold to one who doesn't love you
at all.
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