You didn't believe I did, Jack ?" There's never any use in being unpleasant, so I said I had rejected the idea with scorn.
"But what's to be done?
If I'm here to-morrow, he'll take the money, and, as likely as not, cut my throat if I try to stop him." "Yes, and he'll marry me," chimed in the signorina.

"Jack, we must have a counter-revolution." "I don't see what good that'll do," I answered dolefully.

"The President will take the money just the same, and I expect he'll marry you just the same." "Of the two, I would rather have him.

Now don't rage, Jack! I only said, 'of the two.' But you're quite right; it couldn't help us much to bring General Whittingham back." "To say nothing of the strong probability of my perishing in the attempt." "Let me think," said the signorina, knitting her brows.
"May I light a cigarette and help you ?" She nodded permission, and I awaited the result of her meditation.
She sat there, looking very thoughtful and troubled, but it seemed to me as if she were rather undergoing a conflict of feeling than thinking out a course of action.

Once she glanced at me, then turned away with a restless movement and a sigh.
I finished my cigarette, and flinging it away, strolled up to the window to look out.