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Whilst the Carlists grouped themselves in the cloisters, talking eagerly together, and waiting the coming of Count Villabuena, their horses and ponies stood saddled and bridled upon the green, held by peasant boys, and in readiness for their owners to mount and ride away at a moment's notice, or on the first signal of alarm.
Flight was useless. They could do nothing now but trust to the faint hope that they might be deemed unworthy of attention. But soon this hope proved vain. They were seen they were surrounded they were again prisoners. They soon learned that this new band consisted of Carlists; that they were on the way to the castle to join the King, who had gone on before. The King! Katie knew who that was.
Back to Gibraltar The Parting with Albert The Tongue of Scandal Voyage to Malaga "No Police, no Anything" Federalism Triumphant Madrid in Statu Quo Orense Progress of the Royalists On the Road Home In the Insurgent Country Stopped by the Carlists An Angry Passenger is Silenced. "How like a boulder tossed by Titans at play!" said the sentimental lady, as we approached Gibraltar on our return.
Brooke's desperate act in flinging himself before Lopez seemed to Ashby merely an accident consequent upon his struggle with his captors. Besides, the attack of Dolores and her six Carlists had followed so closely upon this, that all had become confused together. While Ashby had been asking these few questions, Dolores remained looking at him with that same mournful inquiry.
"The fact is, I thought you were Carlists, and so I said that I was one too as any one would do. But I'm not a Carlist; I'm a Republican." Lopez, at this, gave utterance to a derisive laugh. "Oh yes," he said, "of course, you are anything we please. And if we should turn out, after all, to be Carlists, you would swear that you are a Carlist again.
Do you bring any news from that kingdom?" "Why do you suppose we are Catalans?" I demanded. "Because I heard you this moment conversing in that language." "I bring no news from Catalonia," said I. "I believe, however, that the greater part of that principality is in the hands of the Carlists." "Ahem, brother Pedro!
And so, señor, you see that you are in an awkward position. But this is not all. There is something more that I must ask. You speak of having come on in trains that were stopped. Were you not on that train which was stopped by the Carlists?" "No," said Brooke, firmly, and without a moment's hesitation.
Pilar esteemed him highly, and always spoke of him in terms of respect. According to her, he came of a good Catalonian family, had served with the Carlists and received titles and orders of distinction from Don Carlos. After the downfall of the cause for which he had fought he had come to Paris like so many of his compatriots and Pilar had rescued him from terrible want.
I'm sorry to say that the country is swarming everywhere with these noble Carlists; that there is no such thing as law; that there are no magistrates, no police, no post-office, no telegraph, no railway trains, no newspapers, and no taxes except of an irregular kind." "That is very bad," said Miss Talbot, slowly, and in a low, anxious voice. "Oh yes," said Brooke, "but it's just as I feared.
His complexion was dark as that of a Moor, and his raven hair curled close to the stately head. The soldier-moustache thick, but glossy as silk-shaded the firm lip; and the pointed beard, assumed by the exiled Carlists, heightened the effect of the strong and haughty features and the expression of the martial countenance.
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