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"Quick, quick!" said Ferrer, as he reached the portico, to the

servants who surrounded him, crying, "May your excellency be

rewarded! What goodness! Great God, what goodness!"

"Quick, quick," repeated Ferrer, "where is this poor man?"

The superintendent descended the stairs half led, half carried by

his domestics, and pale as death. When he saw who had come to his

assistance, he sighed deeply, his pulse returned, and a slight

colour tinged his cheek. He hastened to meet Ferrer, saying, "I

am in the hands of God and your excellency; but how go hence? we

are surrounded on all sides by people who desire my death."

"Venga con migo usted[12], and take courage. My carriage is at

the door; quick, quick!" He took him by the hand, and, continuing

to encourage him, led him towards the door, saying in his heart,

however, Aqui esta el busilis! Dios nos valga![13]

[12] Come with me.

[13] Now for the difficult point! God help us!