"You say the Murillos are determined men. They are, likewise, bloody men. I know not why my father favored you. I do know that my mother feared all Murillos, even as I fear you."
"It is good for a woman to have a husband whom she fears and respects."
"In this case fear and respect do not go together, señor. I have no respect for you."
"Then I will teach you respect when you are mine."
"That opportunity will never be given you. Look, señor, we stand at the edge of this cliff. The water is very close at hand. I wish you to understand me. Rather than become your wife, I'd leap into that water. I cannot swim."
"Leap!" he exclaimed. "I will leap after you, and I cannot swim!"
"Are you mad?"
"It is madness perhaps, señorita, but it is the madness of love. You must understand me now. You must understand how useless it is to fly from me. Once I thought you cared for another man. Once I was jealous of Emmanuel Escalvo. He never knew how close he walked with death. When I learned you did not care for him I put away my knife. There can be no others—unless you have met him within a few hours. I am satisfied that there is no other."
With sudden indiscretion and defiance, she exclaimed: