human
Ah! madame, I cried,
gpt
Thou little fool! Thou little blue-eyed fool! What do men see in that face of thine to move them so? A painter might love thee for the gold of thy hair, thy white brow, and thy blue eyes,--they would grace a pictured saint above a shrine,--but for a man's kisses, and such love as might tempt him to risk his very life for thee,--_cielos_! it is more than passing strange. Then, as I stood dumb before her, she tapped me lightly on the cheek.
human
Go to! Art such a fool as to think that _either_ sword will be drawn for _my_ beauty's sake?