"Is he _gone_--my father? But no! he would not leave me behind! No! no! _Dejeme! dejeme!_ you do not say the truth! You shall not touch me! I will not--will not go with you!" She turned wildly, dizzily, as if about to run she knew not where; and then flung herself down before Señora Vigil, clasping the Mexican woman's knees in a frantic, fainting grasp.