They had not yet said anything to each other, except how happy, how glad, how thankful they were to have each other again; then a sentinel passed, and she started up, exclaiming anxiously: "So late, so late; Zorrillo will be waiting!" "Zorrillo!" cried Ulrich scornfully, "you have been a long time with him.

If they give me the power...." "They will choose you, child, they shall choose you," she hastily interrupted.

"Oh, God! oh, God! perhaps this will bring you misfortune instead of blessing; but you desire it! Count Mannsfeld is coming tomorrow; Zorrillo knows it.

He will bring a pardon for all; promotions too, but no money yet." "Oh, ho!" cried Ulrich, "that may decide the matter." "Perhaps so, you deserve to command them.

You were born for some special purpose, and your card always turns up so strangely.