And if in many years from now we are married, you shall always be with us, and I will always take care of you as I do now." Inez sighed and pressed her forehead and blind eyes to the cold window, almost withdrawing herself from the pressure of Dolores' arm.

Down below there was tramping of heavy feet, as the companies of foot guards took their places, marching across the broad space, in their wrought steel caps and breastplates, carrying their tasselled halberds on their shoulders.

An officer's voice gave sharp commands.

The gust that had brought the rain had passed by, and a drizzling mist, caused by a sudden chill, now completely obscured the window.
"Can you see anything ?" asked Inez suddenly, in a low voice.

"I think I hear trumpets far away." "I cannot see--there is mist on the glass, too.