34/424 "Doubtless he knew we were friends and playmates--maybe the good father has told him thy secret. For it is no idle tale of the alcalde, believe me. I see it all! It is true!" "Then thou wilt let him take me away," exclaimed the girl bitterly, withdrawing the little hand he had clasped in his excitement. What they are, or how long I must stay, I know not. But I know this: the good Father Pedro's eyes were troubled when he gave me his blessing, and he held me long in his embrace. |