"I did not see that—it was her voice. Even then I was in a maze until she had gone." "Was it a very melodious voice, Roderic." "The sweetest—well, yes, a voice full of melody," he replied, with evident confusion that did not escape Cleo's quick gaze. "Ah! you have heard her sing?" "Dozens of times—like a nightingale," he felt forced to confess. "This was—where?" [41] [41] "In San Juan, Porto Rico, two years back. I have not looked on her face since I fled those shores." "Ah!" and that one word expressed keen disappointment, for Cleo read the story of his lost love in his face. [42] [42] CHAPTER IV. MILLIONS MAY NOT PURCHASE LOVE. "Would it be presumptuous if I asked to know her name, Roderic—this girl of San Juan who risked so much to save your reputation if not your life? I feel under obligations to her, for your name is very dear to those who know you—those bound to you by ties of consanguinity." "She comes of Spanish descent, but her heart is now only wrapped up in the future of the lovely gem of the Antilles. Her name is Georgia Inez de Brabant." Perhaps his manner gave evidence that she was treading on dangerous ground. "Thank you. Perhaps some day fortune may bring us together. I shall try to love her, Roderic, because you call her your friend!" Then she branched off upon the subject of the cruise, to which she seemed to look forward with almost childish delight. It is not every one to whom is given the proud fortune to own a modern steam yacht, and this daughter of Eve could be forgiven a fair amount of exhilaration under the circumstances.
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