"Give it up, give it up, Cecilia! Let go!" she cried, with her face aflame and distorted with a forced smile.
"No, I want to see it."
"You shall see it afterward; let go!"
"I want to see it now."
"Let be, child; let her see it. What does it signify to you?" said Doña Paula.
"I don't like anything being taken from me by force," Venturita cried, turning serious. Then realizing that she was losing ground, she resumed her smile, saying:
"Come, Cecilia, let go; don't be disagreeable."
"Don't make such a fuss! Let go yourself; you are hurting me."
"Who are you to snatch the paper from my hand?" she returned, and really in a rage. "Let go, let go, you ugly thing, you parrot nose, you fool! Let go or I will scratch you," she added, with her eyes flashing and her face distorted with rage.
Seeing her like this, the smile that had suffused Cecilia's face suddenly left it, and opening her large eyes, full of surprise, she exclaimed: