There has been no fruit or blossom of true affection for me to gather.

You know that I lost my excellent father and my sainted mother when I was a child.

I was too young to miss them; but for all that the bereavement was the same; there was the less love for me.

It seems as if there had been none." "Garcia has been good to you--of late," suggested Clara, rather puzzled to find consolation for a man whose misery was so new to her.
Remembering what a scoundrel Garcia was, and what a villainous business Garcia had sent him upon, Coronado felt like smiling.

He knew that the old man had no sentiments beyond egotism, and a family pride which mainly, if not entirely, sprang from it.