From out the filmy pina draperies around her white and shapely neck there blinked, as the Tagalogs say, the bright eyes of a collar of diamonds.

One man only in all the crowd seemed insensible to her radiant influence--a young Franciscan, thin, wasted, and pale, who watched her from a distance, motionless as a statue and scarcely breathing.
But Ibarra saw nothing of all this--his eyes were fixed on other things.

A small space was enclosed by four bare and grimy walls, in one of which was an iron grating.

On the filthy and loathsome floor was a mat upon which an old man lay alone in the throes of death, an old man breathing with difficulty and turning his head from side to side as amid his tears he uttered a name.

The old man was alone, but from time to time a groan or the rattle of a chain was heard on the other side of the wall.