Had they already arrested her son Basilio?
Whither had her boy Crispin fled?
As she approached her little hut she made out above the garden fence the caps of two soldiers.

It would be impossible to tell what her heart felt: she forgot everything.

She was not ignorant of the boldness of those men, who did not lower their gaze before even the richest people of the town.

What would they do now to her and to her sons, accused of theft! The civil-guards are not men, they are civil-guards; they do not listen to supplications and they are accustomed to see tears.
Sisa instinctively raised her eyes toward the sky, that sky which smiled with brilliance indescribable, and in whose transparent blue floated some little fleecy clouds.

She stopped to control the trembling that had seized her whole body.