Nay, he fears not the devil himself." And with that he urged on his horse which ambled forward meditatively, whilst the girl's little nag whinnied in the rear.
"He may not fear the great gentlemen, he may not fear the devil, but I tell you that he would be afraid of the girl he made to love him, if he proved false to her." "So you really think he loves you violently ?" said the old man casting a backward glance at her.
"He swore he did." "To whom?
the priest ?" "Go along with you! No, to me!" At this the old man chuckled--"little fool!" said he.
"And if he breaks his oath now, the devil shall have him.

I'll murder him." "Very well, I suppose you know him.

Yet you have never seen his face.

If he were to tear the black velvet mask from his face you would never recognize him." "But that he cannot do as to that mask he owes all his power." "Well, you are a comical wench--to be enamoured of a man whose face you have never seen!" "I recognize him by his voice, by the beating of his heart." "Well, if I were a girl and had a lover, I would insist on seeing his face.

He should not come to me in a mask anyhow." "He cannot put off his mask, I tell you.