Then she threw her arms around his neck and bewailed her bad fortune.

"If I were the Almighty God, I would not give love and then take it away," she murmured.

"I would give orders that the good people should always be happy.

I would not let men like Santa Anna live.

He is a measureless monster, and ought to go to the d--to purgatory, at the very least." While the Senora soothed her complaining, the doctor left.