She is a Catholic; for mine own eyes have seen her in the confessional, and mine own ears have listened to her aves and paters." Mary uttered a deep groan, and clasped Inez's arm, murmuring--"You are--you must be delirious or mad: Florry deceive me! impossible!" "Ah! poor deluded Mary: do you trust any on earth?
Yet I would trust you, with your white face and soft blue eyes; and there is one other I would trust--but no more.

You will not believe that Florence has turned from the faith of her fathers?
Go to her as she sleeps yonder, and feel with your own hand the crucifix around her neck.

Ha! you hold tight to my arm: I tell you your Cousin Florence is as black-hearted as the Padre, for he told me she had promised her dying father to follow his advice in all things, yet she tells you not of this: and again, has she not won the love of a good, a noble man, and does she not scorn his love; else why is his cheek pale, and his proud step slow?
Marinita, I have read you long ago.

You love your Doctor, but he loves that Florence, whose heart is black and cold as this night You are moaning in your agony; but all must suffer.

I have suffered more than you; I shall always suffer.