He threw the cloak round her and drew the hood forward over her head.

Then he took her hand and they ran together down the narrow passage into the Calle de la Domitaleria.

She ran as quickly as he did with her long, schoolgirl legs, unhampered by a woman's length of skirt.

At the corner Perro, who had been keeping watch there, joined them and trotted by their side.
"What cloak is this ?" she asked.

"It smells of tobacco." "It is my old military cloak." "And this is my wedding dress!" she said, with a breathless laugh.