But the mother had died, of what they could not make quite clear, though the girl pressed her hands upon her heart and repeated "muy, muy Triste" more than once.
"The Locusts' Years"
Mary Helen Fee
"I wonder I did not die of grief," she said afterwards, and indeed, at first, death seemed the only thing left to be desired, but "Jamas muere un Triste Quando convienne que muera."
"Henrietta Maria"
Henrietta Haynes
It is too dull, too Triste.
"The New Tenant"
E. Phillips Oppenheim