“Alone—unaided, amongst ruffian foes.
“Father, I dread the worst if Carlos goes.”
But Carlos kist her tenderly, and said:
“No danger fear, mi alma, blushful rose!
“I will be careful for thy sake—this head
“Bright Heaven is sure to shield—an Angel I would wed!”
XLIV.
Don Carlos wended to Salustian’s home;—
A smouldering heap of ruins met his gaze!
And rifled remnants of that noble dome