But I could not.

One night I saw a face in the streets of Seville that reminded me of your face.

I did not think that it could be you, yet so strong was my fear that I determined to fly to the far Indies.

You met me on the night of my flight when I was bidding farewell to a lady.' 'One Isabella de Siguenza, cousin.

I bade farewell to her afterwards and delivered her dying words to you.