ready to follow me, isn’t that so?’
“She answered, ‘Yes, I’ll follow you, even to death—but I won’t live with you any more.’
“We had reached a lonely gorge. I stopped my horse.
“‘Is this the place?’ she said.
“And with a spring she reached the ground. She took off her mantilla and threw it at her feet, and stood motionless, with one hand on her hip, looking at me steadily.
“‘You mean to kill me, I see that well,’ said she. ‘It is fate. But you’ll never make me give in.’
“I said to her: ‘Be rational, I implore you; listen to me. All the past is forgotten. Yet you know it is you who have been my ruin—it is because of you that I am a robber and a murderer. Carmen, my Carmen, let me save you, and save myself with you.’
“‘Jose,’ she answered, ‘what