Just now the Brazilian was an evil that must be endured.
Luisa Gomez promised to help in every possible way.

Her eyes sparkled at the sight of gold, but the poor woman would have assisted them out of sheer pity.

Nevertheless, the gift of a couple of sovereigns, backed by the promise of many more if her husband devoted himself to their service, spurred her to a frenzy of activity.
There was not a moment to be lost.

The squall had spent itself, and a peep through the chinks of the door showed that the moon would quickly be in evidence again.

It was essential that they should cross the channel while the scattering clouds still dimmed her brightness; so Manoela and her mother collected such store of food, and milk, and water, as they could lay hands on.