"The soldiers, senora," Gaspar Ruiz had answered, in a faint voice.
"Their revolutions, their revolutions," gasped Senora Teresa.
The senora had given into her charge the girls belonging to that Italian posadero.
"I was only going to inform the senora," said the man with a shrug and a forced smile.
"I am a friend of the senora's, and I love her as I do the apple of my eye," ...