The Bat—they called him the Bat. Like a bat he chose the night hours for his work of rapine; like a bat he struck and vanished, pouncingly, noiselessly; like a bat he never showed himself to the face of the day.

Good samaritan that he was! He had secured scorn and rejection for her instead of exalted duchesshood!

I roused Zero’s suspicions because I began to behave too much like a woman and he started to watch me warily for signs of the tribade. If he had spied any, or surprised me fingering any of his girls, he would have shot me.

Rafael Diaz: [talking to his wife, and taking pictures of her] Come on, my dear. Let me capture your beautiness on this magnificent adventure.