Fate points the path of glory and I am her
man of destiny. You see, then, what I bring you--power, position,
riches. Riches? Caramba! Wait until my hands are in the treasury.
I will load you with gold and jewels, and I will make you the
richest woman in the world. Senora, I offer you dominion. I offer
you the President's palace and Chapultepec. And with all that I
offer you such passionate love as no woman of history ever
possessed.
He paused, spent by the force of his own intensity; it was plain
that he expected an immediate surrender.
Alaire's lips parted in the faintest of mocking smiles. "You have
great confidence in yourself," she said.
"Yes. I know myself as no one knows me."
"Why do you think I care for you?"
Longorio's eyes opened. His expression plainly showed that he
could not imagine any woman in her senses failing to adore him.
"Don't you take much for granted?" Alaire insisted.
The Mexican shook his head. Then his face lightened. "Ah! Now I
see. Your modesty forbids you to acknowledge your love--is that
it? Well, I know that you admire me, for I can see it. All women
admire me, and they all end by loving me.
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