"Oh, no! Mother," cried she, with a nervous start; "no, I have not forgotten him, for this man seems to be our evil genius. But, God be praised! Here, at least, we have nothing to fear from him."
"You deceive yourself, my daughter; it is he, on the contrary, who now pursues us."
"It cannot be, mother; this man, you know, is attached to the opposite party to that of the bandit, in whose hands we are."
"Poor child! The wicked always unite when there is any evil to be done. I repeat, this man is here."
"Mother," said the young girl, whose voice trembled with emotion, but in a resolute tone, "you have long known this man?"
"Yes," she simply answered.
"As that is the case, you no doubt know the motives, true or false, of this implacable hatred?"
"Yes, I know them, my girl."
"And," said she, with some hesitation, "why do you not acquaint me with them?"
"No, that is impossible."