Her voice rang high and clear over their heads.
"I have come to live with you," she said, and they heard her even far off.

"It is true.

You shall see." "God render it you!" said a woman's voice.

"May God make it true!" "More than one of them are saying that to themselves," observed Don Teodoro, as Veronica looked before her again, and walked on.
Suddenly she came out upon a broader, cleaner way, which led out beyond the houses and up, by a sweep, to the low gate of the castle; close before her was the great lower bastion which she had seen from a distance.

She saw now that there was a trellis high up, all over it, on which grew a vine; but the leaves were scarcely budding yet.