Stories by Foreign Authors: Spanish by Unknown
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Could it have been the wind, moaning as it swept through the sharp points of the broken walls? Berta rose to her feet, and cried twice in a loud voice: "Adrian! Adrian!" Her voice was borne away on the breeze, losing itself in the distance. But before the last notes died away, another voice resounded among the ruins, saying: "Berta! Berta!" The sun had just set, and the twilight shadows gathered swiftly, as if they had sprung up from among the ruins, hiding the broken pillars and the crumbling walls. In one of the angles of the cloister appeared a moving shadow. This shadow advanced slowly until it reached the middle of the court where the remains of the disused cistern were seen. There it stopped, and in a soft clear voice uttered the words: "It is I, Berta; it is I." "He!" she cried, extending her arms in the air. Juana uttered a cry of terror and caught hold of Berta with all the strength left her; the father tried to rise, but, unable to sustain himself, fell on his knees beside his daughter. |
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