my brigand’s life, if that would please her. Everything, sir, everything—I offered her everything if she would only love me again.
“She said:
“‘Love you again? That’s not possible! Live with you? I will not do it!’
“I was wild with fury. I drew my knife, I would have had her look frightened, and sue for mercy—but that woman was a demon.
“I cried, ‘For the last time I ask you. Will you stay with me?’
“‘No! no! no!’ she said, and she stamped her foot.
“Then she pulled a ring I had given her off her finger, and cast it into the brushwood.
“I struck her twice over—I had taken Garcia’s knife, because I had broken my own. At the second thrust she fell without a sound. It seems to me that I can still see her great black eyes staring at me. Then they grew dim and the lids closed.
“For a good hour I lay there prostrate beside her corpse. Then I recollected that Carmen had often told me that she would like to lie buried in a wood. I dug a grave for her with my knife and laid her in it. I hunted about a long time for her ring, and I found it at last. I put it into the grave beside her, with a little cross—perhaps I did wrong. Then I got upon my horse, galloped to Cordova, and gave myself up at the nearest guard-room. I told them I had killed Carmen, but I would not tell them where her body was. That hermit was a holy man! He prayed for her—he said a mass for her soul. Poor child! It’s the calle who are to blame for having brought her up as they did.”
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