And this was ever the end of Jack's reasoning; for no man knows how deep the roots of his nature strike into his native land, until he sees her in the grasp of a tyrant, and hears her crying to him for deliverance.
The struggle left the impress on his face.

He passed a boundary in it.
Certain boyish feelings and graces would never again be possible to him.
He went into the house, weary, and longing for companionship that would comfort or strengthen him.

Only Isabel was in the parlor.

She appeared to be asleep among the sofa cushions, but she opened her eyes wide as he took a chair beside her.
"I have been waiting to kiss you again, Juan; do you think this trouble will last very long ?" "It will be over directly, Iza.

Do not fret yourself about it, angel mio.