but still without a tinge of mockery in the obeisance.
He was closing the door after her when Joaquin Santos reached it.
“Diablo!” cried he. “Why let her go? We have not done with her.”
“That doesn’t matter; she is done with us,” was the stern reply.
“It does matter,” retorted Santos; “what is more, she is my step-daughter, and back she shall come!”
“She is also my visitor, and I’m damned if you’re going to make her!”
but still without a tinge of mockery in the obeisance.
He was closing the door after her when Joaquin Santos reached it.
“Diablo!” cried he. “Why let her go? We have not done with her.”
“That doesn’t matter; she is done with us,” was the stern reply.
“It does matter,” retorted Santos; “what is more, she is my step-daughter, and back she shall come!”
“She is also my visitor, and I’m damned if you’re going to make her!”
