And the next moment she had thrust me back, broken rudely from my arms, and fled with the speed of a deer among the cork-trees.
I stood and shouted to the mountains; I turned and went back towards the residencia, waltzing upon air.

She sent me away, and yet I had but to call upon her name and she came to me.

These were but the weaknesses of girls, from which even she, the strangest of her sex, was not exempted.
Go?
Not I, Olalla--O, not I, Olalla, my Olalla! A bird sang near by; and in that season, birds were rare.

It bade me be of good cheer.

And once more the whole countenance of nature, from the ponderous and stable mountains down to the lightest leaf and the smallest darting fly in the shadow of the groves, began to stir before me and to put on the lineaments of life and wear a face of awful joy.