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You say you love me, and in the next breath you plan to ruin my whole life. I would make you more misery than ever a man endured, and I should hate you bitterly and without end." "It ees no use dthat you zay such dthings." "Guillermo, don't let your love be such a curse to me." "A curse " "Yes.
Steele, smiling as we pass the Trocadero and draw up at the station. "Qvite right! I am advise by a friend to stay and zee dthe Dthursday bull-fight I dthink I must." He helps us out of the carriage without noticing my unspoken amazement or Mrs. Steele's incredulous, "What nonsense." "I vill put you in dthe train and then come back to zee your dthings come."
"Good-morning," I say, observing how white and heavy-eyed he looks in the sunlight. "Yes, thank you, we've slept well," says Mrs. Steele, "too well, I'm afraid." "Oh, no, belief me, dthis extra train ees better." "You look ill, Baron; how did you sleep?" "Dthank you, I sleep not at all till yust dthe time to rise dtherefore am I late. If your dthings air ready ve vill start at once."
"Yes, but it ees scarce nine o'clock," says Señor Noma. "Mrs. Steele, will you accept my escor'?" And our clever host, having won over the only possible objector, leads the way out into the dim, mysterious street. "Vill you haf zome Eendian dthings, en souvenir?" asks the Baron, offering me his arm. "Indian things!" I echoed, delighted. "I should like to see them immensely, wouldn't you, Mrs.
"Dthat ees more your rôle, for if you pairmeet me to listen to your so beautiful Eenglish, I must learn much. But you will let me spik to you a leedle in Frainch, mademoiselle? Dthere air zome dthings I cannot say in Eenglish." We stop at the vessel's side, and in a glance across to Mrs. Steele I see her looking with wide-eyed amusement and a dash of concern at my companion.
"I like your customs better in zome dthings, but it makes you vomans too clevair; you know men better dthan ve know you." "You have the same opportunities. It's not our fault if you don't profit by them." "You tell me yourself," he goes on, unheeding, "you haf many gude friends among your fadther's and brodthers' acquaintances; dthat make you care so leedle for men." "Not a bit of it!" I laugh.
"You air not Frainch?" he asks with a scrutinising side glance out of his fine eyes. "I am happy to say that I am an American, and so are my ancestors for three hundred years." "Naixt to dthe Frainch, dthe American ladies air most beautiful, charmante and clevair, but you haf chic, and more dthings; you might be angry I vould say.
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