I can remain here no longer.

Where shall I take you to ?" "I will not leave my home." "Santa Anna is almost here.

As soon as he arrives, Fray Ignatius and twelve of the Bernardine monks are coming here.

I was told that yesterday." "Then I will go to the convent.

I and my daughters." "No, mother; if you go to the convent, Antonia and Isabel must go with me." She prayed, and exclaimed, and appealed to saints and angels, and to the holy Virgin, until Isabel was hysterically weeping, Antonia at a mental tension almost unendurable, and Thomas on the verge of one of those terrifying passions that mark the extremity of habitually gentle, patient men.
"My God, mother!" he exclaimed with a stamp of his spurred boot on the stone floor; "if you will go to the devil--to the priests, I mean--you must go alone.