it actually came, she fought for her old footing.
There was a crying noise from Carlota. Kate hurried to the bed.
“Where am I?” said the white-faced, awful, deathly-looking woman.
“You are resting in bed,” said Kate. “Don’t trouble.”
“Where was I?” came Carlota’s voice.
“Perhaps the sun gave you a touch of sunstroke,” said Kate.
Carlota closed her eyes.
Then suddenly outside the noise of drums rolled again, a powerful sound. And outside in the sunshine life seemed to be rolling in powerful waves.
Carlota started, and opened her eyes.
“What is that noise?”
“It is a fiesta,” said Kate.
“Ramón, he’s murdered me, and lost his own soul,” said Carlota. “He has murdered me, and lost his own soul. He is a murderer, and one of the damned. The man I married! The man I married! A murderer among the damned!”
It was