"I gather then, that this package of yours is dynamite—not literally, of course, but figuratively—and that you are therefore reduced to being terribly ingenious and circumspect, but that the job is not dangerous so long as said tourist is utterly unknown to them," (Chapter 2, p. 12).

"Never mind if most of the women looked sleek and Parisian and the men dressed exactly like Americans—this was Mexico because she had seen a sombrero," (Chapter 3, p. 23).

"She was not a woman of the world, nor was she even aware of General Perdido's kind of world, and although he did not want to be ungallant, she was an old woman with neither the stamina nor the nerves to withstand these ruthless people. He had unwittingly sent a lamb into a wolves' den, a fluffy, innocent, trusting white lamb, and the wolves would make short work of...