"Only I 'm b-blamed if I jest e-exactly grasp yer s-style.

I reckon I 'll kn-know what yer mean s-sometime." Could he have seen clearly he might have marked the swift, hot tears dimming her eyes, but he never dreamed of their presence, for her lips were laughing.
"Maybe so, senor, maybe.

I glad you not angry, for I no like dat.

Eet vas nice I fool you so; dat vas vat make de men lofe, ven dey not know everyting.

Ven day know dem maybe eet all be over vid.