A Californian, The Mysteries and Miseries of San Francisco
“ Joaquin’s first impulse was to call aloud upon the name of his young wife. But all was silent. ‘Holy Virgin!’ he exclaimed, as recollection began fully to return to him. ‘Where art thou, Carmencitto?’ he shouted. A low, faint moaning was heard in the neighboring shrubbery. Again, and again, the wretched youth called loudly on Carmencitto. But the only replies he received were the faint moanings, which his foreboding heart, rather than his ear, told him came from the lips of Carmencitto. His suspense became insupportable. He would—he must—learn all. ”
