[H]e had a dispensation for conforming in outward observances to the Protestant faith.

He must have overshot the mark, and must hark back. So he turned his weary horse's head, and made his way back along the road to the spot where his spoor struck into it.

The vivid, untrammeled life appealed to him, and for a time he had found delight in it; but he was wise and knew that once peace was established there would be no room in Cuba for the Sin Verguenza.

Those are the Black Oirish an' 'tis they that bring dishgrace upon the name av Oireland.