"Lie! Why, it is his very life to lie--to women.

God pity us! This world seems filled with just such men, and we are their natural victims.

Love?
Their only conception of it is passion, and, that once satiated, not even ordinary kindness is left with which to mock the memory.

In Heaven's name, girl, in your life have you not long since learned this?
Now, I will tell you what this monster wanted of me to-night." She paused, scarcely knowing how best to proceed, or just how much of the plot this other might already comprehend.
"Have you ever heard of the 'Little Yankee' mine ?" she questioned.
"Si, senorita," the voice faltering slightly, the black eyes drooping.
"Eet is up in de deep canyon yonder; I know eet." "He told me about it," Miss Norvell continued more calmly.

"He is having trouble with those people out there.