"What am I? An obscure priest. Many of my
brothers are buried in Mexico. However, I shall do as you wish."
As the day wore on Alaire realized even more clearly the fact that
she was Longorio's prisoner. His men, in spite of their recent
debauch, kept a very good watch over her, and it was plain that
they would obey his orders, no matter how extreme. It occurred to
her finally that he was staying away purposely, in order to give
her a fuller appreciation of her position--so that she might beat
her wings against the cage until exhausted.
Afternoon came, then evening, and still Longorio did not return,
Father O'Malley could give scant comfort; Dolores was a positive
trial.
Half distracted, Alaire roamed through the house, awaiting her
captor's coming, steeling herself for their final battle. But the
delay was trying; she longed for the crisis to come, that this
intolerable suspense might be ended. At such an hour her thoughts
naturally turned to Dave Law, and she found herself yearning for
him with a yearning utterly new. His love had supported her
through those miserable days at Las Palmas, but now it was a
torture; she called his name wildly, passionately.
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