"I can guess all that you are going to say, and I've heard many times what you have said,--You do not sleep--you do not eat--you do not live because of me.
Your existence is impossible if I do not love you.

A little more conversation and you will threaten me with shooting yourself, if I am not yours....

Same old song! They all say the same thing.

There are no creatures with less originality than you men when you wish something...." They were in one of the avenues of the promenade.

Through the palm trees and glossy magnolias the luminous gulf could be seen on one side, and on the other the handsome edifices of the beach of Chiaja.