"Last time I came at night through this garden I was a fugitive, and you came down to bid me farewell.

Now it is you who have to fly!" "When shall we meet again ?" the girl sobbed.
"I cannot tell you, dear; but if I live, we will meet again.

Things may right themselves, yet; and at least, whatever happens to this unfortunate country, we may be happy together.

I have a good friend in Malinche, and if the Spaniards conquer, Cortez will certainly give me leave to marry you.

It is his policy to marry his soldiers to the daughters of Mexicans.