I do de right, dat all; I do de right for both of us.

I no vant to do de wrong.

You _comprende_, senor?
Maybe you soon grow ver' tire Mercedes, she marry you ?" The infatuated miner shook his head emphatically, and flung out one hand toward her.
"No! Oh, you tink so now; you tink so ver' mooch now, but eet better ve vait an' see.

I know de men an' de vay dey forget after vile.
Maybe I not such good voman like you tink me; maybe I cross, scold, get qvick mad; maybe I no like live widout de stage, de lights, de dance, an' de fun, hey?
Vat you do den?
You be ver' sorry you marry.

I no like dat, no, no.