It is only to save me from being a nun that we are being married.

And I am to be just the same as I am now.

We can go fishing, I mean, as we used to, and climb the mountains and have jokes just as we always do in the holidays." "Yes," said Marcos.
She held out her hand as she had seen the peasants in Torre Garda when they had struck a bargain and would seal it irrevocably.
"Touch it," she said with a gay laugh, as she had heard them say.
And they shook hands in the dark cloisters.
"There is a window at the end of the passage in which is your room," said Marcos.

"It looks out on to a small courtyard and is quite near the ground.

Come to that window to-morrow night at ten o'clock and I shall be there." "What for ?" she asked.
"To be married," he answered.