No, I cannot go, who hopes always that still God and the Saints will show me how to save my father, even though it be with my blood.

And now I have said too much to you who are quite a stranger.

Yet, I do not know why, I feel that you will not betray me, and what is more, that you will help me if you can, since you are not one of those who drink, or----" and she waved her hand towards the huts.
"I have my faults, Miss Inez," I answered.
"Yes, no doubt, else you would be a saint, not a man, and even the saints had their faults, or so I seem to remember, and became saints by repentance and conquering them.

Still, I am sure that you will help me if you can." Then with a sudden flash of her dark eyes that said more than all her words, she turned and left me.
Here's a pretty kettle of fish, thought I to myself as I strolled back to the waggon to see how things were going on there, and how to get the live fish out of the kettle before they boil or spoil is more than I know.

I wonder why fate is always finding me such jobs to do.
Even as I thought thus a voice in my heart seemed to echo that poor girl's words--because it is your duty--and to add others to them--woe betide him who neglects his duty.