She wept like a Magdalen in every corner--and one day the foolish girl fled--and up to now--" "But where was she?
Did no one search for her ?" "Your brother seemed quite dazed.

Poor Esteban! several nights we found him half dressed in the upper cloister, as stiff as a post, gazing up at the heavens with eyes that looked like glass.

He became furious if any of us spoke of searching for the child; the scandal was past remedy, and he did not wish to aggravate it by her return, bringing back a lost one to the Holy Metropolitan Church, and to the honoured house of the Lunas.

For more than a year everyone in the Claverias seemed crushed by this blow; it seemed as though we were all in mourning.

You see, that such a thing should occur in the Cathedral where the years pass by in blessed peace without any of us saying one word louder than the other! And then I remembered you.