It seemed to his distorted fancy that the man was Cranch.

The woman! His heart stopped beating.

Ah! could it be?
He had never seen her in her proper garb: would she look like that?
Would she be as tall?
He thought he bade Jose and Antonio go on slowly before with Sanchicha, and dismounted, walking slowly between the high stalks of grain, lest he should disturb them.

They evidently did not hear his approach, but were talking earnestly.

It seemed to Father Pedro that they had taken each other's hands, and as he looked Cranch slipped his arm round her waist.