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It was Concepcion Vara, leisurely and dignified, twirling a cigarette between his brown fingers. He saluted the General with one finger to the brim of his shabby felt hat as one great man might salute another. He nodded to Conyngham. 'When does his Excellency take the road again? he said. 'I am ready. The Guardia Civil was mistaken this time the judge said there was no stain on my name.
I would suggest to you, as a soldier for the moment, to lead a charge up a steep hill against a body of farm labourers and others entrenched behind a railing. 'That is a mere matter of opinion. 'And yet you did that, said Sir John. 'If you are going to break the law you should insure success before embarking on your undertaking. Conyngham made no answer.
Conyngham watched him for a moment from the balcony of the courtyard, himself unseen, while Concepcion stood within his master's bedroom, and rubbed his brown hands together in anticipation of a dramatic moment. Conyngham passed down the stone steps and crossed the patio with a gay smile.
Lord Conyngham fell on his knees, and officially announced the death of the King; the Archbishop added some personal details. Looking at the bending, murmuring dignitaries before her, she knew that she was Queen of England.
'No, my good soul, I was not, answered Conyngham, with perfect carelessness, 'though I knew her long before you did. He paused, and a quick thought flashed through his mind that some men are seen at their worst in adversity. He was ready enough to find excuses for Horner, for men are strange in the gift of their friendship, often bestowing it where they know it is but ill deserved.
Larralde ran mechanically with open mouth and staring eyes. He never doubted that death was at his heels, should he fail to distance the pursuer. For he had recognised Conyngham in the patio of the great house, and as he ran the vague wonder filled his mind whether the Englishman carried a knife. What manner of death would it be if that long arm reached him? Esteban Larralde was afraid.
'I traced my man to Gibraltar, and thence he appears to have come north, continued Sir John Pleydell. 'He has probably taken service under Espartero many of our English outlaws wear the Spanish Queen's uniform. He is, of course, bearing an assumed name; but surely it would be possible to trace him? 'Oh, yes, answered Conyngham, 'I think you will be able to find him.
He raised his hand to the horse's bridle. 'You are most certainly going in the wrong direction, he said; 'I will lead you right. It was said and done so quietly that Conyngham had found no word to say before his horse was moving in the opposite direction. 'This is surely one of General Vincente's horses, said the priest; 'we have few such barbs in Ronda.
He walked to the window and opened the massive shutters, which swung back heavily. Then he stepped out on to the balcony without fear or hesitation. 'See, he said, 'the square is full of them. He came back into the room, and Conyngham, standing beside him, looked down into the moonlit Plaza.
The Calle Preciados again! and a momentary confusion among the tables of a cafe that stood upon the pavement, amid upturned chairs and a fallen, flapping awning. The pace was less killing now, but Larralde still held his own one hand clutched over the precious letter regained at last and Conyngham was conscious of a sharp pain where the Spaniard's knife had touched his lung.
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