Chapter 35 CHAPTER XVII.

DOOM OF DO?A LUCIA.

"I went into the storm,

And mocked the billows of the tossing sea;

I said to Fate, What wilt thou do to me?

I have not harmed a worm!

"Thy dim eyes tell a tale––

A piteous tale of vigils; and the trace

Of bitter tears is on thy beauteous face;

Beauteous, and yet so pale!"

"Thus it ever is, caballeros,