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you may trust me! From the time you were a boy till now, I have had no thought except for your house.”
Even in heaven the Señora Moreno had felt woe as if in hell, had she known the thoughts with which her Felipe galloped this morning out of the gateway through which, only the day before, he had walked weeping behind her body borne to burial.
“And she thought this no shame to the house of Moreno!” he said. “My God!”
