"Come, let us go from here!" "Yes, yes!" Celia cried eagerly.

She rose to her feet, and tottered.
Hanaud put his arm about her.

"You are very kind," she said in a low voice, and again doubt looked out from her face and disappeared.

"I am sure that I can trust you." Ricardo fetched her cloak and slipped it on her shoulders.

Then he brought her hat, and she pinned it on.