My only satisfaction was in learning that we were coming to Spain.

The doctor was promising herself to do great things here....

I was thinking that in no place would it be easier for me to find you again." She had gained a little more bodily strength.

Her hands were touching Ferragut's knees, longing to embrace them, yet not daring to do so, fearing that he might repel her and overcome that tragic inertia which permitted him to listen to her.
"When in Bilboa I learned of the torpedoing of the _Californian_ and of the death of your son....

I shall not talk about that; I wept, I wept bitterly, hiding myself from the doctor.