If she does not return, I am not your brother, but an intruder, usurping the share of affection and comfort that ought to fall to her.

Brother, everyone has his own code of morality; yours is taught by the priests, mine I have made for myself, and though it is less apparent, it may very likely be more strict.

In the name of my morality I say to you, Esteban, my brother, either your daughter returns here or I go away.

I must return to the world to be persecuted like a wild beast, to the hospital, to the prison, to die like a dog in the ditch by the roadside.

I do not know what will become of me, but one thing is certain, it is that I shall go to-morrow, or even to-day, so as not to enjoy a moment more what is not mine.