A ray of sunlight darted eagerly in, and fell upon the grotesque heap in the corner.
Sanchicha's eyes lived again; more than that, a singular movement came over her face.

The hideous caverns of her toothless mouth opened--she laughed.

The step of Jose was heard in the corridor, and she became again inert.
The third day, which should have brought the return of Antonio, was nearly spent.

Father Pedro was impatient but not alarmed.

The good fathers at San Jose might naturally detain Antonio for the answer, which might require deliberation.