Then Luis set the table behind them, and they drew closer to the fire, Luis holding Isabel's hand, and Antonia her mother's.

The Senora took a cigarette from Luis, and Isabel sometimes put that of Luis between her rosy lips.

At the dark, cold midnight they found an hour or two of sweetest consolation.

It was indeed hard to weary these three heart-starved women; they asked question after question, and when any brought out the comical side of camp life they forget their pleasure was almost a clandestine one, and laughed outright.
In the very midst of such a laugh, Rachela entered the room.

She stood in speechless amazement, gazing with a dark, malicious face upon the happy group.