There was a fire this afternoon; I would be glad if it were burning yet." "May God pardon us all, Senorita! That was a fire which does not go out.
It will burn for ages.

I will explain myself.

Santa Anna had the dead Americans put into ox-wagons and carried to an open field outside the city.

There they were burnt to ashes.

The glorious pile was still casting lurid flashes and shadows as I passed it." "I will hear no more! I will hear no more!" cried the Senora.