"Was that nothing else but a moment of ill humor?"
"That was all."
"Oh, what a wretched time you have made me have! Not for all the gold in the world would I go through it again!"
"Tell me, haven't I made up for it now?"
"Yes, loveliest."
"Let me loose. I am going to lie down. I have such a headache!"
"Wait a minute. Let me kiss thee on thy forehead,—now another on thy eyes,—now another on thy lips,—now on thy hands!"
"Adios!"
"Let me go, Ricardo, let me go!"