Lucia turned away, ashamed, mortified. "I never heard of such a thing!" she
cried. Lopez laughed. "Deedn't nobody ever offer you good time before?"
"Not like this." Lucia thought if he didn't stop soon, she would shriek.
"No? You 'ave been married all your life wiz one man?"
"Yes," she told him.
"My! what a rotten life you 'ave led!" the bandit commiserated her. "But
ees not too late. I shall steel save you. But you shall not sank me. Shall
not be so damn bad for me, too!"
Definite terror seized Lucia now. She knew by his tone, by his every
gesture, that he was not fooling. She had heard, had read, of men like this
Lopez. They were thick along the border. He meant business. Morgan had not
exaggerated the danger of coming down here.
"But you wouldn't do that," she cried out.
"Why not?" Lopez said.
"It's--it's wrong!"
The bandit smiled his winning smile. "Whose beeziness what we do if we like
for do him?"
"Please don't take me with you!" Lucia appealed. Why had Morgan Pell ever
brought her to this border line? She might have known better than to come.
It was no place for a young and attractive woman.
"You don't wish to go?" Lopez questioned, hardly believing that any pretty
woman could resist his charms.
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