You overlooked it before you came, and I was too glad to overlook it after you were here." "Of course," said Carmen pettishly, "I am the only one to be blamed.
It's like you MEN!" (Mem.

She was just fifteen, and uttered this awful 'resume' of experience just as if it hadn't been taught to her in her cradle.) Feminine generalities always stagger a man.

Thatcher said nothing.
Carmen became more enraged.
"Why did you want to take Uncle Victor's property, then ?" she asked triumphantly.
"I don't know that it is your uncle's property." "You--don't--know?
Have you seen the application with Governor Micheltorena's indorsement?
Have you heard the witnesses ?" she said passionately.
"Signatures may be forged and witnesses lie," said Thatcher quietly.
"What is it you call 'forged' ?" Thatcher instantly recalled the fact that the Spanish language held no synonym for "forgery." The act was apparently an invention of el Diablo Americano.

So he said, with a slight smile in his kindly eyes: "Anybody wicked enough and dexterous enough can imitate another's handwriting.

When this is used to benefit fraud, we call it 'forgery.' I beg your pardon,--Miss De Haro, Miss Carmen,--what is the matter ?" She had suddenly lapsed against a tree, quite helpless, nerveless, and with staring eyes fixed on his.