He was not a fool, even though he was rather deeply in love; he felt in her that feline instinct to torment which wise men believe they can detect in all women; and angry as he was at Jose's deliberate insults, he knew quite well in his heart that Teresita had purposely provoked them.
"I've heard," he said at last, looking at her with the hard glint in his eyes that thrilled her pleasurably, "that all women are either angels or devils.

I believe you're both, Senorita!" Teresita laughed and pouted her lips at him.

"Such injustice! Am I then to be blamed because Jose has a bad temper and speech hotter than the enchilladas of Margarita?
I could love him for his rages! When the Blessed Mary sends me a lover--" She looked over her shoulder and sighed romantically, hiding the laughter in her eyes and the telltale twist of her lips as best she could, with lashes downcast and face averted.
Even a kitten the size of your two fists knows how to paw a mouse, even though it lacks the appetite for devouring it after the torture.
One cannot logically blame Teresita.

She merely used the weapons which nature put into her pink palms..