The man gazed down at her.
"You swear this by the Holy Cross ?" he said solemnly.
She pulled a little iron cross from her breast and kissed it, then looked up at him with dog's eyes of entreaty.
"Oh, my lord!" she began.

"I could not save myself.

I was a stranger.

He took my money.

We had no home." "Stop, liar," he thundered, "I gave you money when you left Galicia." "Yes, I paid it for the house, and still there was more to pay." "Liar again!" he hissed; "I sent you money every month.
I have your receipts for it." "I had no money from you," she said humbly.