Dit!" Angela put in once more. "When we get dronk, ees not policeman
which will 'it us on ze 'ead, but us which will 'it policeman on ze
'ead." Angela chuckled at this. "In ze teatro shall not be someone which
'ide under ze bed, but in it! You shall see! In Mexico ze heart leap! Ze
soul she is free! You can do what you want--zat is, onless someone shoot
you. Leesten, senora." He leaned close to Lucia, who had not ventured to
move, "Did you ever know the joy of fierce leeving? Did you?" But she
did not reply. Instead, it was the impetuous Angela who answered him:
"Yes. I mean, no!" Lopez turned and scowled at her. "I was not spik to
you," he said. "You weren't!" Angela looked her surprise. "_Ciertamente_
no!" the bandit said. Angela was hurt. "But you're not cross with me,
are you?" she almost wept. "No! I am not cross wiz you! Eez zat you
annoy me!" And as though she were a doll, he pushed her from him, his
big hand almost blotting out her pretty little face. The stool and
Angela fell to the floor. She was furious. The devil in her was roused.
Chagrined, she picked herself up. Her dainty plaid frock was covered
with dust. She brushed it off as best she could, and cried: "How dare
you push my face, you bad man!" "You should keep your face to home,"
Lopez answered, not turning a hair. He hadn
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