We grieve as though there were no room for hope; but--but--" So great was the violence she was doing herself that she could scarcely draw her breath; but conquering this emotion, she resumed: "Ah! signor, we cannot know.

God is so good, and Geronimo has so pure a heart!" "God is indeed good, my child; but his designs are impenetrable.

If I could only imagine some probable cause to explain my nephew's absence.

But nothing--nothing!" "The bailiff gave us, this morning, a reason for supposing that Geronimo may yet return to us unharmed." "You speak of the banker Liefmans, do you not, father ?" "Yes, my child.

He disappeared suddenly.