"Well, my friend," the estanciero said, "what do you think of that man?"
"He has a look deep as an abyss, and his words are bitter; I know not why, but I feel sure he hates me."
"I hate him too," said Concha, with a shudder.
"Perhaps he loved you, Conchita, for is it possible to see and not love you?"
"Who assures you that he is not meditating a crime?"
"This time, señorita, you are going too far; he is a gentleman."
"¿Quién sabe?" she replied, remembering Don Torribio's words, which had already caused her a shudder.