So vat ees de Senor Farnham to you?
Say quick!" The American remained silent, motionless, her breath quickening under the threat, her eyes striving to see clearly the face of the one confronting her.
"Do you expect to frighten me ?" she asked, coldly, her earlier anger strangely changing to indifference.

"It is you who wastes time, senorita, for I care little for your knife.

Only it would be an extremely foolish thing for you to do, as I have not come between you and your lover." The impulsive Mexican dancer laughed, but with no tone of joy perceptible.
"My lofer! Mother of God! sometime I think I hate, not lofe.

He vas like all you Americanos, cold as de ice.

He play vis Mercedes, and hurt--gracious, how he hurt! But I must be told.