I want de man to lofe me always--nevah to vish he not marry me.

You not know me yet; I not know you.

Maybe ve vait, ve know." He caught her gesticulating hands, prisoning them strongly within both his own, but she shook forward her loosened hair until it fell partially across her face, hiding it thus from his eager eyes bent in passion upon her.
"B-but tell me y-you love me! T-tell me th-th-that, an' I 'll let the o-other go!" "You vould make me to say de untrue, senor ?" "Of course not.

I w-want ter kn-kn-know.

Only if you d-do n't, I 'm a-goin' t-ter git out o' yere." She remained silent, motionless, her telltale face shadowed, only the quick rise and fall of the bosom evidencing emotion.