Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 20, 2025
"There is a little door, but the senora had it condemned." The young man raised himself in his stirrups and, stretching his neck as far as he could, looked over the wall. "I can see the whole of the garden," he said. "There, under the trees, there is a woman, a girl, a young lady." "That is Senorita Rosario," answered Licurgo.
A not ill-looking nag was destined for the cavalier; Uncle Licurgo was to ride a venerable hack, somewhat loose in the joints, but sure-footed; and the mule, which was to be led by a stout country boy of active limbs and fiery blood, was to carry the luggage.
He was mounted on a superb horse with a muscular chest, like the horses of the Parthenon, caparisoned in the picturesque fashion of the country, and carrying on the crupper a great leather bag on the cover of which was to be seen, in large letters, the word Mail. "Hello! Good-day, Senor Caballuco," said Licurgo, saluting the horseman when the latter had come up with them.
When they had proceeded some distance on their way and had left behind them the hovels of Villahorrenda, the traveller, who was young and handsome spoke thus: "Tell me, Senor Solon " "Licurgo, at your service." "Senor Licurgo, I mean. But I was right in giving you the name of a wise legislator of antiquity. Excuse the mistake. But to come to the point. Tell me, how is my aunt?"
"Very good," exclaimed Licurgo, clapping his hands. "And I say like Don Renialdos: "'Let none the wrath of Don Renialdos Dare brave and hope to escape unscathed; For he who seeks with him a quarrel, Shall pay so dearly for his rashness That he, and all his cause who champion, Shall at my hand or meet destruction Or chastisement severe shall suffer."
"It is the best land in the country," said Senor Licurgo; "and for the chick-pea, there is no other like it." "I am delighted to hear it, for since they came into my possession these famous lands have never brought me a penny." The wise legislator of Sparta scratched his ear and gave a sigh.
He went, then, to Madrid, solicited the commission to explore the basin of the Nahara, which he obtained without difficulty, although he did not belong officially to the mining corps, set out shortly afterward, and, after a second change of trains, the mixed train No. 65 bore him, as we have seen, to the loving arms of Uncle Licurgo. The age of our hero was about thirty-four years.
"Make no delay," she said from the door; "the dining-room too is down stairs in the centre of this hall." Uncle Licurgo came in with the luggage.
Rey took from the girl's hand a fragment of a newspaper, on the margin of which he read these words: "They say you are going away. I shall die if you do." When he returned to the dining-room Uncle Licurgo looked in at the door and asked: "At what hour do you want the horse?" "At no hour," answered Rey quickly. "Then you are not going to-night?" said Dona Perfecta.
"The bells are ringing for high mass in the cathedral," said Uncle Licurgo. "We have arrived sooner than I expected." "The appearance of your native city," said the young man, examining the panorama spread out before him, "could not be more disagreeable. The historic city of Orbajosa, whose name is no doubt a corruption of Urbs Augusta, looks like a great dunghill."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking