He approached the Senora, and she fell on her knees and kissed the hand with which he crossed her.
"Holy father!" she cried, "the angels sent you to a despairing woman." "My daughter, I have guided you since your first communion; how then could I forget you?
Your husband has deserted you--you, the helpless, tender lamb, whom he swore to cherish; but the blessed fold of your church stands open.

Come, poor weary one, to its shelter." "My father--" "Listen to me! The Mexican troops are soon to arrive.

Vengeance without mercy is to be dealt out.

You are the wife of an American rebel; I cannot promise you your life, or your honor, if you remain here.

When soldiers are drunk with blood, and women fall in their way, God have mercy upon them! I would shield even your rebellious daughter Antonia from such a fate.