“No,” she said, “I must go back to my father. He is wild and desperate, and is uttering blasphemies against God and the saints. I have not been able to get him away from that which was our house. We are in need of food. The neighbors were not willing to give us anything. If you are not willing to take me there, I will go alone.”
“No, Mariquilla, no. You shall not go there,” said Montoria. “We will put you in one of these houses where at least for tonight you will be safe. In the meantime Gabriel shall go in search of your father, and take him something to eat, and by persuasion or by force will get him away from there.”
Mariquilla insisted upon returning to the Calle de Antón Trillo. But as she scarcely had strength to move, we took her in our arms to a house in the Calle de los Clavos, where Manuela Sancho was.