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Each
believed
the
other
successful
:
for
Louise
had
not
heard
the
words
,
that
would
have
given
her
comfort
--
those
words
yet
ringing
in
the
ears
,
and
torturing
the
soul
,
of
Isidora
!
It
was
an
attitude
of
silent
hostility
--
all
the
more
terrible
for
its
silence
.
Not
a
word
was
exchanged
between
them
.
Neither
deigned
to
ask
explanation
of
the
other
;
neither
needed
it
.
There
are
occasions
when
speech
is
superfluous
,
and
both
intuitively
felt
that
this
was
one
.
It
was
a
mutual
encounter
of
fell
passions
;
that
found
expression
only
in
the
flashing
of
eyes
,
and
the
scornful
curling
of
lips
.
Only
for
an
instant
was
the
attitude
kept
up
.
In
fact
,
the
whole
scene
,
inside
,
scarce
occupied
a
score
of
seconds
.
It
ended
by
Louise
Poindexter
turning
round
upon
the
doorstep
,
and
gliding
off
to
regain
her
saddle
.
The
hut
of
Maurice
Gerald
was
no
place
for
her
!
Isidora
too
came
out
,
almost
treading
upon
the
skirt
of
the
other
's
dress
.
The
same
thought
was
in
her
heart
--
perhaps
more
emphatically
felt
.
The
hut
of
Maurice
Gerald
was
no
place
for
her
!
Both
seemed
equally
intent
on
departure
--
alike
resolved
on
forsaking
the
spot
,
that
had
witnessed
the
desolation
of
their
hearts
.
The
grey
horse
stood
nearest
--
the
mustang
farther
out
.
Isidora
was
the
first
to
mount
--
the
first
to
move
off
;
but
as
she
passed
,
her
rival
had
also
got
into
the
saddle
,
and
was
holding
the
ready
rein
Glances
were
again
interchanged
--
neither
triumphant
,
but
neither
expressing
forgiveness
.
That
of
the
Creole
was
a
strange
mixture
of
sadness
,
anger
,
and
surprise
;
while
the
last
look
of
Isidora
,
that
accompanied
a
spiteful
"
carajo
!
"
--
a
fearful
phrase
from
female
lips
--
was
such
as
the
Ephesian
goddess
may
have
given
to
Athenaia
,
after
the
award
of
the
apple
.
If
things
physical
may
be
compared
with
things
moral
,
no
greater
contrast
could
have
been
found
,
than
the
bright
heavens
beaming
over
the
Alamo
,
and
the
black
thoughts
in
the
bosom
of
Isidora
,
as
she
hastened
away
from
the
jacalé
.
Her
heart
was
a
focus
of
fiery
passions
,
revenge
predominating
over
all
.
In
this
there
was
a
sort
of
demoniac
pleasure
,
that
hindered
her
from
giving
way
to
despair
;
otherwise
she
might
have
sunk
under
the
weight
of
her
woe
.
