Not even can I step on ze grass
because--New York! It crush ze 'eart!" He put both hands over his chest,
and looked up at the ceiling.
"Yes!" exclaimed Angela, her stool very close to him now.
"Ees a prison for ze soul!" Lopez affirmed. "A stupid, seely place, your
New York!"
"Yes!" Angela agreed again.
"For me New York can go to 'ell just as soon as she damn please!" the
bandit let out.
"Oh, Mr. Robber!" Angela cried.
"But Mexico! How different!" Lopez said, paying no more attention to Angela
than he would to a fly.
"I'm sure it is!" the girl said.
To Lucia, Lopez went on: "You shall see! Ze beautiful woman 'ave 'osband.
But shall I not 'ave beautiful woman?"
"Oh, Mr. Bandit!" 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.
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