"No, I don't want you to spend money; I am contented if you don't leave me."
"Never, you shall live with me always, because you are my daughter. Go to sleep, my heart."
"Darkness again! It has come back. Take them away, Luis, take them! for God's sake! How they are pulling at me!"
"Don't be afraid, you are with me. Look, there is the moon again. Do you see how it shines? Sleep, my heart."
"It is true—Yes I see the fields full of flowers—I see the white cat—The child is not there—Where is it, Luis?"
"It is in my house waiting to play with you. We are very near now. Go to sleep."
"Yes, Luis, I am going to sleep. You tell me to, don't you? I ought to obey you because I am your daughter. I am cold. Hold me tighter."
He pressed her closer and closer to his breast. Josefina slept at last. The carriage rolled along the deserted road, past the fields lighted by the light of the moon. The wind moaned in the distance. The trees began to wave their branches.
The drive to the Grange was reached.
Luis bent his head to wake the child, but on giving her a kiss, he felt the coldness of death. He raised her quickly, he shook her violently several times as he called her loudly: