"And I can show you the remains of blisters--" He held out a very nice appearing palm towards her, and looked his fill at her pretty face, while she bent her brows and inspected the hand with the gravity that threatened to break at any instant into laughter.
That sickening grip in the chest which is a real, physical pain, though the hurt be given to the soul of a man, slowed Dade's steps to a lagging advance towards the tableau the two made on the steps.

So had the senorita sent him dizzy with desire (and with hope to brighten it) in the two weeks and more that he had been the honored guest.

So had she laughed and teased him and mocked him; and he had believed that to him alone would she show the sweet whimsies of her nature.

But from the moment when he laid her gold thimble in her waiting hand and got no reward save an absent little nod of thanks, the dull ache had been growing in his heart.

He knew what it was that had sent Jose off in that headlong rage against all gringos; though two days before he would have said that Jose's jealousy was for him, and with good reason.