She looked forward to an early renewal of hostilities.
"My countrymen are known to me, Roberto," she said, with a touch that was almost a hope of vengeance.

"They have an insurmountable honor; they will revenge this insult to it in some terrible way.

If the gracious Maria holds not the hands of Santa Anna, he will utterly destroy the Americans! He will be like a tiger that has become mad." "I am not so much afraid of Santa Anna as of Fray Ignatius.

Promise me, my dear Maria, that you will not suffer yourself or your children to be decoyed by him into a convent.

I should never see you again." The discussion on this subject was long and eager.