Even the penance of parting, which he had looked forward to, was denied him; there was no longer sympathy enough for sorrow.

He thought of the empty chorister's robe in the little cell, but not now with regret.

He only trembled to think of the flesh that he had once caused to inhabit it.
"That's all, gentlemen," broke in the practical voice of Cranch.
"Whether there are proofs enough to make Francisca the heiress of her father's wealth, the lawyers must say.

I reckon it's enough for me that they give me the chance of repairing a wrong by taking her father's place.

After all, it was a mere chance." "It was the will of God," said Father Pedro, solemnly.
They were the last words he addressed them.