Yet she could not say her usual prayers.

She could not remember anything but Jack's entreaty--"Kiss me, mi madre! Bless me, mi madre!" She could not see anything but that last rapid turn in the saddle, and that piteous young face, showing so weird and dreamlike through the gray mist of the early dawn.
Antonia had watched with her.

Dare, also, had turned, but there had been something about Dare's attitude far more cheery and hopeful.

On the previous night Antonia had put some sprays of rosemary in his hat band "to bring good, and keep away evil on a journey"; and as he turned and lifted his hat he put his lips to them.

He had the belief that from some point his Antonia was watching him.