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Updated: June 18, 2025
'That you can, Excellency, replied the man, with a palm already half extended to receive a gratuity. 'If the Colonel fails to receive the letter I shall certainly know of it, said Conyngham, stumbling down the dark staircase, and well pleased to have accomplished his mission.
'What are we waiting for? why, two more passengers grand ladies as they tell me and the captain has gone ashore to fetch them, the first mate of the 'Granville' barque, of London, made answer to Frederick Conyngham, and he breathed on his fingers as he spoke, for the north-west wind was blowing across the plains of the Medoc, and the sun had just set behind the smoke of Bordeaux.
Then, with a signal to Conyngham, he crept noiselessly across the tessellated pavement to the shadow of the staircase. They passed up the broad steps without sound and without awaking the sleeping lady. In the gallery above, the priest paused and looked down into the courtyard, his grim face twisted in a queer smile.
Conyngham shrugged his shoulders with a queer smile. Here was a quandary requiring a quicker brain than his. He did not even attempt to seek a solution to his difficulties, and the only thought in his mind was a characteristic determination to face them courageously.
Julia had risen, and was moving towards the exit of the little grove in which they found themselves. Conyngham had never been seated. 'Are the violets in bloom, Estella? I must see them, said the visitor. 'We have none at home, where all is dry and parched.
Ronda was already hidden by intervening hills, and the bare line of the roadway was unbroken by the form of any other traveller. 'We are not going to Madrid yet, said Conyngham. 'We are going to Xeres, where I have business. Do you know the road to Xeres? 'As well that as any other, Excellency. 'What do you mean? 'I know no roads north of Ronda.
The General raised his eyebrows in a gentle grimace expressive of deprecation, with, as it were, a small solution of sympathy, indicated by a moisture of the eye, for the family of Antonio something-or-other in their bereavement. 'And the other man? Seemed a nice enough fellow. . . inquired Conyngham. The General raised one gloved hand as if to fend off some approaching calamity.
Riding on at random, Conyngham and his companion soon lost their way in the narrow streets, and were able to satisfy themselves that none had followed them. Here in a quiet alley Conyngham read again the address of the letter of which he earnestly desired to rid himself without more ado. It was addressed to Colonel Monreal at No. 84 Plaza de Cadiz.
'Oh! that is simple enough. Only a matter of paying a couple of such scoundrels as I understand abound in Spain at this moment a little bribing of officials, a heavy fee to some English ship- captain. I propose, in short, to kidnap Frederick Conyngham. But I do not ask you to help me in that. I only ask you to put me on his track to help me to find him, in fact. Will you do it?
'And I, said Concepcion, turning round with a brush in his hand, 'should like a moment's conversation with Senor Larralde. 'Ah! 'Yes, Excellency, he is in this matter too. But the Senor Larralde is so modest so modest! He always remains in the background. In the tents of Kedar men sleep as sound as those who lie on soft pillows, and Conyngham was late astir the next morning.
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