Jennings knows that I am engaged." "Stop!" she cried, gripping her fan so tightly that her knuckles grew white.

"Do you dare to tell me this ?" "Senora--Maraquito--don't let us have a scene.

I told you before that I could not give you the love you asked." "And I told you that I would have that love in spite of your unwillingness," said the woman doggedly.

"You have scorned me, and I ought to have sufficient pride to let you go your own way.

But I am such an infatuated fool that I am content to let you tread on me." "I have no wish to do that, but--" "You do--you do--you do!" she said, vehemently.