To Isabel she whispered, "I have even informed the evil one where he may be found.

The wretch who ordered such infamies! He poisons the air of the whole world as he goes through it.

I shall never be happy till I know that he is in purgatory.
He will be hated even there--and in a worse place, too.

Yes, it is pleasant to think of that! There will be many accusers of him there.
I shall comfort myself with imagining his punishment.

Isabel, do you believe with your heart that Senor Houston and the Americans will be strong enough to kill him ?" "Mi madre, I know it." "Then do be a little delighted.