"If God is good to me! For life." "You are mad!" she murmured.
"Maybe," he said, eying her with the resentment which is so closely akin to love; "but I think you understand my madness.

Talking gets us nowhere.

A dozen times to-day your eyes answered mine.

Either you feel it too or you are a coquette!" This brought a genuine anger to Colina's aid.

Her weakness fled.