Her lover comes boldly into her home; she is too proud, to meet him in secret." "Ah! that would be a perfect joy.

That is what I would like! But fancy what Rachela would say; and mi madre would cover her eyes and refuse to see me if I said such words.

Believe this.

It was in the spring Luis told me that he loved me, and though I have seen him often since, he has never found another moment to speak to me alone, not for one five minutes.

Oh, Antonia! let me have one five minutes this afternoon! He is going away, and there is to be war, and I may never, never see him again!" "Do not weep, little dove.