On this the fair Quiteria, to all appearance distressed, grieved, and repentant, advanced without a word to where Basilio lay, his eyes already turned in his head, his breathing short and painful, murmuring the name of Quiteria between his teeth, and apparently about to die like a heathen and not like a Christian.
Entonces la hermosa Quiteria, sin responder palabra alguna, turbada, al parecer triste y pesarosa, llegó donde Basilio estaba, ya los ojos vueltos, el aliento corto y apresurado, murmurando entre los dientes el nombre de Quiteria, dando muestras de morir como gentil, y no como cristiano.