"For me New York can go to 'ell just as soon as she damn please!" the bandit let out.
"Oh, Mr. Robber!" Angela cried.
"But Mexico! How different!" Lopez said, paying no more attention to Angela than he would to a fly.
"I'm sure it is!" the girl said.
To Lucia, Lopez went on: "You shall see! Ze beautiful woman 'ave 'osband. But shall I not 'ave beautiful woman?"
"Oh, Mr. Bandit!" Angela put in once more.
"When we get dronk, ees not policeman which will 'it us on ze 'ead, but us which will 'it policeman on ze 'ead." Angela chuckled at this. "In ze teatro shall not be someone which 'ide under ze bed, but in it! You shall see! In Mexico ze heart leap! Ze soul she is free! You can do what you want—zat is, onless someone shoot you. Leesten, señora." He leaned close to Lucia, who had not ventured to move, "Did you ever know the joy of fierce leeving? Did you?"
But she did not reply. Instead, it was the impetuous Angela who answered him:
"Yes. I mean, no!"