herself: The rain will wash the blood off the roof and down the spouts into the cistern. There will be blood in the water.
She looked at her own blood-smeared white frock. She felt chilly. She rose to go upstairs again, into the dark, empty, masterless house.
“Ah, Señora! You are going upstairs? Go, Daniel, carry the lantern for the Señora!”
The boy lit a candle in a lantern, and Kate returned to the upper terrace. The light shone out of the room where Ramón was. She went into the salon and got her hat and her brown shawl. The lieutenant heard her, and came to her quickly, very kindly and respectful.
“Won’t you come in, Señora?” he said, holding the door to the room where Ramón lay; the guest-room.
Kate went in. Ramón lay on his side,