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“Who am I?”

“The beautiful Miss De Latour, whom all the men in the city are wildly in love with.”

“How do you know?”

“Because from the first moment I saw you I loved you, and I have time and again sought to win a glance from you, and only yesterday did you favor me with a smile, as I rode by your house; or was I mistaken, and the smile but the reflex of some pleasant thought?”

“Señor Marvin, you are mistaken, for I am not Celeste de Latour, the loveliest and richest girl in the city.”

“Not Miss De Latour? Surely you are not deceiving me?”

“No, you are deceiving me, señor, in telling another that you love her, for I am your wife, Austin Marvin!”

With dexterous hand, she unmasked the man and herself at the same instant, revealing the faces of the Cavalier of the Rio Grande and Nina de Sutro.

“My God! Nina, you here?” gasped the man, his face turning livid in the moonlight.

“Yes, Austin Marvin, I am here on your track. I loved you, my hero among men, with all my heart and soul. Believing you an honorable man, I fled from the convent with you, to become your wife, though a mere girl.