Of the Puente Del Clerigo by Thomas A. Janvier

This priest who was murdered and thrown over the bridge, Senor, was a very good man, and there was very little excuse for murdering him. Moreover, he belonged to a most respectable family, and so did the gentleman who murdered him, and so did the young lady; and because of all that, and because at the best of times the killing of a priest is sacrilege, the scandal of that murder made a stir in the whole town.

At that time -- it was some hundreds of years ago, Senor -- there lived in the street that now is called, because of it all, the street of the Puente del Clerigo, a very beautiful young lady who was named Dona Margarita Jauregui. And she, being an orphan, dwelt with her uncle, this priest: who was named Don Juan de Nava and was a person of rank, being a caballero of the orders of Santiago and Calatrava. In those days there were few houses upon that street, which was the causeway between the City and the Indian town of Tlaltelolco; and for the greater safety of the Spaniards dwelling in the City there was a wide ditch, that this bridge crossed, between them and the Indian town. Long ago, Senor, Tlaltelolco became a part of the City; and the ditch, and the bridge over it, are gone.