Jose's hand trembled and came down harmlessly by his side.
"I was mistaken," he said, smiling queerly.

"You have never loved any woman, Senor; and I think the sadness I have seen in your eyes is for yourself, that life has cheated you so.

If you had known love, you could never have said that.

Love, Senor, is worth everything a man has to give--even his life.

You would know that, if you had ever loved." He waited a moment, closed his teeth upon further words, turned abruptly on his heel and went away into the fog-darkened night.
Dade, with a slight curl to his lips that did not look quite like a smile, stared into the fire, where the embers were growing charred for half their length, and the flames were waving wearily and shrinking back to the coals, and the coals themselves were filmed with gray.