"Give us the money and we'll leave you alone." "Sir," begged the unfortunate woman, "my sons wouldn't steal even though they were starving, for we are used to that kind of suffering.

Basilio didn't bring me a single cuarto.

Search the whole house and if you find even a real, do with us what you will.

Not all of us poor folks are thieves!" "Well then," ordered the soldier slowly, as he fixed his gaze on Sisa's eyes, "come with us.

Your sons will show up and try to get rid of the money they stole.