Maria, Maria, until then, I am not worthy to be any good woman's husband!" "Roberto, dearest! It is not your fault." "It is my fault.

I have waited too long.

My sons showed me my duty--my soul urged me to do it.

I deserve the shame, but I will wipe it out with crimson blood." The Senora stood speechless, wringing her hands.

Her own passion was puny beside the sternness, the reality, and the intensity of the quiet rage before her.