"Surely we have never met before ?" "As you know already, I am Geoffrey Benteen.

I only regret that your memory is so faulty." "What is it you know of me ?" "Oh, nothing, nothing, Madame," and I threw into the utterance of these words all the irony possible.

"It is not altogether strange Madame should forget acquaintances of other days, even her native tongue, living so long in the wilderness." It was a reckless shot, but somehow it struck the mark.
"I am a Toltec!" she cried wildly.

"You speak to the Daughter of the Sun." "No doubt; 'tis a neat superstition with which to overawe savages, yet there was one once across the water greatly resembling you,--a bit younger, perhaps,--yet who was content then with a title not nearly so high-sounding, until--oh, well, what need to tell the rest?
Of course, it was not you ?" I would never have believed so sudden a change could come over the countenance of a human being, had I not witnessed it with these eyes.
She had sunk back against the couch, her hands pressing her breast as if to still the wild throbbing of the heart, her great eyes staring at me in silent horror.

Twice her lips moved as if attempting speech, yet no articulated sound issued from between them.
"Are you a fiend from hell ?" she sobbed at last.