I have the stiletto of my grandmother Flores.

I will ask Holy Mary to pardon me, and then--in a moment--I would be among the people of the other world.

That would be far better than Fray Ignatius and the house of Gonzaga." The Senora was quite angry at this fresh complication.

It was really incredible what she had to endure.

And would Antonia please to tell her where else they were to go?
They had not a friend left in San Antonio--they did not deserve to have one--and was it to be supposed that a lady, born noble, could follow the Americans in an ox-wagon?
Antonia might think it preferable to the comfortable house of her relation; but blessed be the hand of God, which had opened the door of a respectable shelter to her.
"I will go in the ox-wagon," said Isabel, with a sullen determination; "but I will not go into my uncle's house.