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Aven't you never done anything honest? You go to ze war, per'aps, like
my frand, Senor Jones?" "I was in Washington," Pell winced. "A
dollar-a-year man." "You use your money, your power, to escape ze war?
So! You are not only a skindler, but a coward. While my frand fight, you
stay to home, to torture ze woman, H'm! I see it all now. Nice boy,
you!" Pell could scarcely articulate now, but he managed to get out, "By
God, I've had enough of this--just about enough!" Lopez looked at him
coldly, a glint in his eye that should have warned Pell. "Do not worry,"
he said. "You are about through." He turned to his friend, Gilbert. "And
now, my frand, you shall go." Young Jones did not understand him. "Go?"
he asked. "What do you mean?" Lopez looked at him calmly, "I 'ave much
business to do. You shall not 'ear, nor see, because for you is love,
romance! Not business, which are soddid. Leave all zat for me, which am
a business man." He smiled upon Lucia. "As I said, life 'as been unkind
to you, senora. Ze silly law ... ze foolish custom ... 'ave been around
your 'eart, around your soul, like chains. But fear no more," he assured
her. "For I, your frand, shall make you also 'appy." He put his arm
around her. She was fearful of his plans. "What are you going to do?"
she cried. Lopez laughed. "Wait and see. Life shall be yours. And love!
Planty money! All what your 'eart desire. Now go...." Pedro started to
show them out the door. Gilbert, seeing the movement, said: "But I don't
understand ..." "I shall call you soon," Lopez said. "Zen you shall see.
Now go." He got between them, and affectionately directed them to the
door. Gilbert turned to him. "You aren't going to ..." The bandit
smiled. "Do not worry. I shall do no 'arm. Only good. Please go, my
frand." Lucia and Gilbert, deeply puzzled, obeyed, and foll
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