"Now sit here at my feet."
The young man then prostrated himself at her side and passionately kissed the hands that his beautiful wife gave him.
"Samson and Delilah!" she laughingly exclaimed, putting her snowdrop hands through the ruddy curly beard of her husband.
"You are right," he replied with a sigh. "A Samson without hair."
"You no hair!—and this—what is this?" she returned, ruffling his locks and making them stand up like a broom.
"I am speaking of my strength."
"You have not strength, eh? Let's see—show me your arms."
Laughing, he took off his jacket, and turning up the sleeves of his shirt he brought to view his enormous gladiatorial arms, on which the powerful muscles stood up like a network of cords.
"What strength!" exclaimed the girl, taking hold of one arm with both hands, which were unable to compass it. Then, seized with sudden enthusiasm and admiration, she added:
"How strong, how handsome you are, Gonzalo! Let me bite your arm?"