Each word he spoke but intensified Ramona's determination to share his lot. "Alessandro," she interrupted, "there are many men among your people who have wives, are there not?"
"Yes, Senorita!" replied Alessandro, wonderingly.
"Have their wives left them and gone away, now that this trouble has come?"
"No, Senorita." still more wonderingly; "how could they?"
"They are going to stay with them, help them to earn money, try to make them happier, are they not?"
"Yes, Senorita." Alessandro began to see whither these questions tended. It was not unlike the Senora's tactics, the way in which Ramona narrowed in her lines of interrogation.
"Do the women of your people love their husbands very much?"
"Very much, Senorita." A pause. It was very dark now. Alessandro could not see the hot currents running swift and red over Ramona's face; even her neck changed color as she asked her last question. "Do you think any one of them loves her husband more than I love you, Alessandro?"
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