He thought of the empty chorister's robe in the little cell, but not now with regret.

He only trembled to think of the flesh that he had once caused to inhabit it.
"That's all, gentlemen," broke in the practical voice of Cranch.
"Whether there are proofs enough to make Francisca the heiress of her father's wealth, the lawyers must say.

I reckon it's enough for me that they give me the chance of repairing a wrong by taking her father's place.

After all, it was a mere chance." "It was the will of God," said Father Pedro, solemnly.
They were the last words he addressed them.

For when the fog had begun to creep in-shore, hastening their departure, he only answered their farewells by a silent pressure of the hand, mute lips, and far-off eyes.
When the sound of their laboring oars grew fainter, he told Antonio to lead him and Sanchicha again to the buried boat.