That is to say, he was inflamed by this girl's beauty and longed to possess it.

It is a low species of affection, but it is capable of great violence in a man whose physical nature is ardent, and Coronado's blood could take a heat like lava.

Already, although he had not yet developed his full power of longing, he wanted Clara as he had never wanted any woman before.

We can best describe his kind of sentiment by that hungry, carnal word _wanted_.
After riding in silent thought for a few rods, he said, "I have lost my good looks now, I suppose." "What do you mean, Coronado ?" "They depend on my happiness, and that is gone." "Coronado, you are playing riddles." "This table-land reminds me of my own life.

Do you see that it has no verdure?
I have been just as barren of all true happiness.