They called it 'sport,' but there was not much difference--in the mercy of it, at least--from your war.
And they had not a tithe of your courage." The answer failed to conciliate her; there was an accent of compassion in it that ill-suited her pride, and a lack of admiration that was not less new and unwelcome.
"It was well for you that I was unsexed enough to be able to send an ounce of lead into a drunkard!" she pursued with immeasurable disdain.
"If I had been like that dainty aristocrate down there--pardieu! It had been worse for you.

I should have screamed, and fainted, and left you to be killed, while I made a tableau.

Oh, ha! that is to be 'feminine,' is it not ?" "Where did you see that lady ?" he asked in some surprise.
"Oh, I was there!" answered Cigarette, with a toss of her head southward to where the villa lay.

"I went to see how you would keep your promise." "Well, you saw I kept it." She gave her little teeth a sharp click like the click of a trigger.
"Yes.

And I would have forgiven you if you had broken it." "Would you?
I should not have forgiven myself." "Ah! you are just like the Marquise.