Sarrion came forward in the moonlight to meet them.

Juanita ran towards him, kissed him and clung to his arm with a little movement of affection.
"I am so glad to see you," she said.

"It feels safer.

They almost made me a nun, you know.

And that horrid old Sor Teresa--oh, I beg your pardon! I forgot she was your sister." "She is hardly my sister," answered Sarrion with a cynical laugh.