She did not mean particularly to be Mrs.Thurstane, but she did mean generally to be Mrs.Somebody.And why not Thurstane?
Well, that was for him to decide, at least to a considerable extent.

In the mean time she did not love him; she only disliked the thought of leaving him.
While these two women had been talking and thinking, a lazy Indian servant had been lounging up the stairway.

Arrived on the roof, he advanced to La Senorita Clara, and handed her a letter.

The girl opened it, glanced through it with a flushing face, and cried out delightedly, "It is from my grandfather.

How wonderful! O holy Maria, thanks! His heart has been softened.