It is your marriage-hour, my dove." "Dom Antonio Pereira," the girl answered, "for the last time I plead to you.

I am helpless here among you, and I have done you no injury: let me go unharmed, I pray of you." "Let you go unharmed?
Why, who would hurt you, my dove ?" answered the satyr.

"Yes, that is what I mean to do.

I will let you go to a husband." "I shall never go to any husband of your choosing, Dom Antonio," Juanna said again in a low and steady voice.

"Be assured of that, all of you.