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Carmen Cardella had risen to her feet, her slender figure swayed; the fine voice had dropped to a clear whisper. She seemed to forget the presence of her companion for the moment. She was the living breathing embodiment of a great master passion. She was a woman waiting for her vengeance. It seemed to Smith that he had never seen anything like it before.
"I owe nothing to that man," she said. "The debt is on the other side. Oh, if you could only realise how absolutely vile and worthless he is!"