"Perhaps she will value them more than that.

I know nothing of the aristocrats--not I! When you were gone, she championed you against the Black Hawk.

She told him that if you had not been a gentleman before you came into the ranks, she had never seen one.
She spoke well, if you had but heard her." "She did!" She saw his glance brighten as it turned on her in a surprised gratification.
"Well! What is there so wonderful ?" Cigarette asked it with a certain petulance and doggedness; taking a namesake out of her breast-pocket, biting its end off, and striking a fusee.

A word from this aristocrate was more welcome to him than a bullet that had saved his life! Her generosity had gone very far, and, like most generosity, got nothing for its pains.
He was silent a few moments, tracing lines in the dust with the point of his scabbard.

Cigarette, with the cigar in her mouth, stamped her foot impatiently.
"Corporal Victor! Are you going to dream there all night?
What is to be done with this dog of an Arab ?" She was angered by him; she was in the mood to make herself seem all the rougher, fiercer, naughtier, and more callous.