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"Sacra Dio! I trust you have not lost your way! Holy Mother, preserve us if we have gone wrong"

"I kneeSeñora, conated spot

A shallow excavation had been rown in they softly laid their burden down Every object shone in the clear er scene never moon shone upon A dreary waste stretched away in the distance, and sighingly the wind swept over it Inez knelt beside the grave, her wan yet still beautiful features convulsed with the secret agony of her tortured soul; the long raven hair floating like a black veil around the wasted form Just before her stood the old woman, weird-like, her wrinkled, swarthy face exposed to full viehile the silver hair, unbound by her exertion, strea about her, and the thin, bony hands were clasped tightly as she bent forward and gazed on the ely blended in her dark countenance

Inez groaned, and rocked herself to and fro, as if crushed in body and spirit She could not lay hiuish, for in life she had worshiped hiain and again she kissed the cold hand she held

"Señorita, we must make haste to lay hi now; you cannot give hiain Have done, Señorita Inez, and let us finish our work"

"I ale tear; yet be patient: surely there is yet tihtened the cloak in which Frank Bryant was shrouded, placed the hands calh and noble brow She passionately kissed the cold lips once, then covered forever the loved, loved features, and they carefully lowered the still for-place

They stood up, and the old dame pointed to the earth piled on either side Inez shuddered and closed her eyes a moment, as if unequal to the task

Her co forward a mass of earth; but Inez interposed: "Señora, softly! I will do this: remember there is no coffin"