Before that terrible picture which he saw in the intensest light, his soul was tormented, and a shudder of horror shook his frame.
"My God! my God! why hast thou forsaken me?" his trembling lips repeated again and again, and a wrenching sob which had been gathering for some time in the depths of his breast suddenly burst forth.
The minister opened his eyes; in affright.
"Man alive!" said he, "you spend your life either laughing or crying."
"That is true," replied the secretary, raising his handkerchief to his eyes.
END OF THE NOVEL.
FOOTNOTES:
[1] Foolish maiden.
[2] She says Usted está instead of tu estás.
[3] Galicia is the northwestern province of Spain.