But instead, what does he do?
He robs me of a few trinkets that, had I not found them, the sea would have swallowed or some thief would have taken, and declares me his debtor for the rest, of which I know nothing." "What preferment did you want, Father?
I see that you have one in your mind." "Daughter, a friend had written to me from Seville that if I have a hundred gold doubloons to pay for it, he can secure me the place of a secretary in the Holy Office where I served before as a familiar until the marquis made me his chaplain, and gave the benefice of Motril, which proved worth nothing, and many promises that are worth less.

Now those trinkets would fetch thirty, and I have saved twenty, and came here to borrow the other fifty from the marquis, to whom I have done so many good turns--as _you_ know well, Inez.

You see the end of that quest," and he groaned angrily.
"It is a pity," said Inez thoughtfully, "since those who serve the Inquisition save many souls, do they not, including their own?
For instance," she added, and the priest winced at the words, "I remember that they saved the soul of my own sister and would have saved mine, had I been--what shall I say ?--more--more prejudiced.

Also, they get a percentage of the goods of wicked heretics, and so become rich and able to advance themselves." "That is so, Inez.

It was the chance of a lifetime, especially to one who, like myself, hates heretics.