I love you, Sagrario, because in your early youth you were a wanderer in life, one whom no one would love.

My love is for you, to brighten what remains to you of life." Sagrario leant on Gabriel's breast.
"How good you are!" she sighed; "what a beautiful soul!" "Yours is the same, poor Sagrario.

Your life has been a snare.

You sold yourself through hunger and despair as do thousands of others; you thought to find bread in the false pretences of love.

Everything is for the privileged of this world: the arms of the father, the sex of the daughter, and when those arms are weakened, or the youthful body loses its charms, they are thrown on one side and replaced.