What are these Americans to you?
I am your wife.
Your Maria--" "These Americans are my brothers--my sons.

My mother is an American woman." "And I ?" "You are my wife--my dear wife! I love you--God Almighty knows how well I love you; but we must part now, at least for a short time.

Maria, my dear one, I must go." "Go?
Where to ?" "I am going to join General Houston." "I thought so.

I knew it.

The accursed one! Oh that I had him here again! I would bury my stiletto in his heart! Over the white hilt I would bury it! I would wash my hands in his blood, and think them blessed ever afterwards! Stay till daylight, Roberto.