"Do you know what I am ?" she said gravely.
"I dunno," said Ronicky, "and I don't care.

What you do don't count.
It's the inside that matters, and the inside of you is all right.
Lady, so long as I can sling a gun, and so long as my name is Ronicky Doone, you ain't going to marry the gent with the smile." If he expected an outbreak of protest from her he was mistaken.

For what she said was: "Ronicky Doone! Is that the name?
Ronicky Doone!" Then she smiled up at him.

"I'm within one ace of being foolish and saying--But I won't." She made a gesture of brushing a mist away from her and then stepped back a little.

"I'm going down to see the man with the smile, and I'm going to tell him that Harry Morgan is not in his room, that he didn't answer my knock, and then that I looked around through the house and didn't find him.