That is my mother's wish, and the will of her relations.

You are an American, not of Spanish blood." "But surely this is not your determination ?" She shrugged her shoulders.

"What would you?
It is the determination of my people." "But knowing this"-- he stopped; the quick blood rose to his face.
"Go on, Captain Carroll.

You would say, Knowing this, why did I not warn you?
Why did I not say to you when we first met, You have come to address my sister; do not fall in love with me--I can not marry a foreigner." "You are cruel, Maruja.

But, if that is all, surely this prejudice can be removed?
Why, your mother married a foreigner--an American." "Perhaps that is why," said the girl, quietly.