She was erect and motionless in her stiff and heavy clothing.

The momentary betrayal of womanhood and affection was passed, and this was the dreaded Sister Superior of the Convent School again.
"I suppose," she said, "you are alone as usual.

Is it safe, after nightfall--you, who have so many enemies ?" "Marcos is at Torre Garda, where I left him three days ago.

The snows are melting and the fishing is good.

It is unusual to come at this hour, I know, but I came for a special purpose." He glanced towards the door.