Mother of sorrows, give me thy compassion!" Then, turning to Juan, she cried out: "May God pardon me for having brought into this world such ingrates! Go from me! You have broken my heart!" He fell at her feet, and, in spite of her reluctance, took her hands-- "Sweetest mother, wait but a little while.

You will see that we are right.

Do not be cross with Juan.

I am going away.

Kiss me, mother.