Silencio spoke with an effort. His face was paler than it had been; Raquel's face grew serious. His anxiety was reflected in her face, as the sign of a storm in the sky is mirrored in the calm surface of a pool.
"Tell me the truth, Gil. You have had a message from Escobeda?"
"Not exactly a message, Raquel. That was one of my men. A spy, we should call him in warfare."
"And he brings you news?"
"Yes, he brings me news."
"What news, Gil? What news? I am horribly afraid. If he should take me, Gil! Oh! my God! Gil, dear Gil! do not let him take me!"
She threw herself against his breast, white and trembling. This was a horror too deep for tears.
Silencio smiled, though the arm which surrounded her trembled.
"He shall never take you from me, never! I am not afraid of that. But your fears unman me! Try to believe what I say, child. He shall never take you from me. Come! let us go in."