I feel so still, Marcos.

This is the shop, and those are the chocolates stuck on that sheet of white paper.

Let us buy the whole sheet.

I will pay you back next term." They entered the shop and there Marcos bought her as many chocolates as she could hope to conceal beneath the long ends of her mantilla.
"I will bring you more," he said, "if you will tell me how to get them to you." She assured him that there was nothing simpler; and made him a participant in a dead secret only known to a few, of the hole in the convent wall, large enough to pass the hand through, down by the frog-pond at the bottom of the garden and near the old door which was never opened.
"If you wait there on Thursday evening between seven and eight I will come, if I can, and will poke my hand through the hole in the wall.

But how shall I know that it is you ?" "I will kiss your hand when it comes through," answered Marcos.
"Yes," she said, rather slowly.