Mercedes never dreamed of it . But it 's lasted me all my life . I never wanted to think of any other woman . She spoiled a man for any other kind of woman -- that little pale , dark-eyed Spanish girl . To love her was like drinking some rare sparkling wine . You 'd never again have any taste for a commoner draught . `` I think she was very happy the year she spent here . Our thrifty women-folk in Stillwater jeered at her because she was n't what they called capable . They said she could n't do anything . But she could do one thing well -- she could love . She worshipped Alec . I used to hate him for it . Oh , my heart has been very full of black thoughts in its time , master . But neither Alec nor Mercedes ever knew . And I 'm thankful now that they were so happy . Alec made this arbour for Mercedes -- at least he made the trellis , and she planted the vines . `` She used to sit here most of the time in summer . I suppose that 's why I like to sit here . Her eyes would be dreamy and far-away until Alec would flash his welcome . How that used to torture me !
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