Suddenly a woman touched him on the arm, and he straightened himself and looked at her.
"You will kill Santa Anna, General?
You will kill this fiend who has escaped from hell! By the mother of Christ, I ask it." "My dear madam!" He was so moved with pity that he could not for a moment or two give her any stronger assurance.

For this suppliant, pallid and frenzied with sorrow, was the once beautiful Senora Worth.

He looked at her hollow eyes, and shrunk form, and worn clothing, and remembered with a pang, the lovely, gracious lady clad in satin and lace, with a jewelled comb in her fine hair and a jewelled fan in her beautiful hands, and a wave of pity and anger passed like a flame over his face.
"By the memory of my own dear mother, Senora, I will make Santa Anna pay the full price of his cruelties." "Thank you, Senor"; and she glided away with her tearless eyes fixed upon the curl of black hair in her open palm..