"Do you think you are on the pavement of Caracas?
Here are no police to protect you--here we are alone in the desert where names and titles are nothing, standing man to man." "An old man to a young one," I returned.

"And in virtue of my youth I am your superior.

Do you wish me to take you by the throat and shake your insolence out of you ?" "What, do you threaten me with violence ?" he exclaimed, throwing himself into a hostile attitude.

"You, the man I saved, and sheltered, and fed, and treated like a son! Destroyer of my peace, have you not injured me enough?
You have stolen my grandchild's heart from me; with a thousand inventions you have driven her mad! My child, my angel, Rima, my saviour! With your lying tongue you have changed her into a demon to persecute me! And you are not satisfied, but must finish your evil work by inflicting blows on my worn body! All, all is lost to me! Take my life if you wish it, for now it is worth nothing and I desire not to keep it!" And here he threw himself on his knees and, tearing open his old, ragged mantle, presented his naked breast to me.

"Shoot! Shoot!" he screeched.