I kill only men. And only evil men. And
when I kill evil man, it make me very 'appy. For I 'ave did a good deed."
His simple philosophy pleased him.
"But who decides whether a man is good or evil'"
"I do!" answered Lopez, quick as a flash, and wondering how she could have
asked so stupid a question.
"Oh, do let me pour some more coffee for you!" Angela begged.
"If you wish," Lopez said, indifferently. It mattered little to him now
who waited upon him. His inner man had been partially satisfied. He leaned
back in his chair, at peace with all the world. One spurred and booted foot
was on the table.
"Oh, thank you!" Angela was all smiles. She was making headway with this
evil man. "Thank you so much," she followed up, and, standing sweetly at
his left, she poured the brown stuff into his cup. "Lovely weather, isn't
it?" she remarked. The cook took the pot from her, and went back to the
kitchen with it.
"_Si_," Lopez said. "Sit down. Sit down." Angela thought of course he was
speaking to her, and being kind to her because of her girlish attentions.
So she promptly seated herself. "No, not you!" Pancho said roughly, putting
six spoons of sugar in this second cup.
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