Every link I saw in its right light instantly.

Only the motive remained obscure.

Suspicious circumstances swarmed upon my slow perception: how innocent I had been! Less innocent, however, than wilfully and wholly reckless: what had it mattered with whom I made friends?
What had anything mattered to me?
What did anything matter-- I thought my heart had snapped! Why were they watching that door, Joaquin Santos and the young squire?
Whom did they await?
I knew! Oh, I knew! My heart leaped, my blood danced, my eyes lay in wait with theirs.

Everything began to matter once more.

It was as though the machinery of my soul, long stopped, had suddenly been set in motion; it was as though I was born again.
How long we seemed to wait I need not say.