Her father's large variegated blanket hanging loosely about the tall, slender form.

At her feet lay the hat, crushed by the extended foot, and quivering in the night wind, her hands tightly clasped.
"Inez, you crouch like a guilty being before me! Surely you have done nothing to blush for.

Yet stranger step was never taken by a reasonable being.

Inez, raise your head, and tell me what induced you to venture in this desolate region, alone, unprotected, and in disguise ?" Inez lifted slowly the once beautiful face, now haggard and pale.
Anguish of spirit had left its impress on her dark brow, wrinkled by early care.

Mournful was the expression of the large dark eyes raised to his face: "Dr.Bryant, I am alone in the wide, wide world--there are none to protect--none to care for me now! My father sleeps by Manuel's side, in the churchyard, and I am the last of my house.