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Such was the man, whatever slanderous tongues may say to the contrary, whom Uncle Licurgo introduced into Orbajosa just as the cathedral bells were ringing for high mass.
What do those rascals claim from me?" "It seems that a stream of water which rises in your property has changed its course and flows over some tile-works of the aforesaid Uncle Licurgo and the mill of another person, occasioning considerable damage.
"You will hardly be able to derive any profit from it, for it is all mud and sand." Licurgo, full of humility, answered: "This is yours." "I see that all the poor land is mine," declared the young man, laughing good-humoredly. As they were thus conversing, they turned again into the high-road.
"In spite of every thing," said Dona Perfecta, smiling with more naturalness than before, "I shall always be the same for my dear nephew; in spite of his extravagant and anti-religious ideas. In what way do you suppose I am going to spend this evening? Well, in trying to make Uncle Licurgo give up those obstinate notions which would otherwise cause you annoyance.
"Impossible to say more or to say it better!" exclaimed Dona Perfecta, in a burst of enthusiasm. Caballuco had leaned forward in his chair and was resting his elbows on his knees; when the canon ended he took his hand and kissed it with fervor. "A better man was never born," said Uncle Licurgo, wiping, or pretending to wipe away a tear.
"How is it that we got so far ahead of you? But you will arrive before us, if you set your mind to it." "I will rest a little," answered Senor Caballuco, adapting his horse's pace to that of our travellers' beasts, and attentively observing the most distinguished of the three, "since there is such good company." "This gentleman," said Licurgo, smiling, "is the nephew of Dona Perfecta." "Ah!
Why, when there are no poplars here, either large or small, should this be called The Poplars?" Uncle Licurgo did not answer this question because he was listening with his whole soul to certain sounds which were suddenly heard in the distance, and with an uneasy air he stopped his beast, while he explored the road and the distant hills with a gloomy look.
Segni, lib. i. p. 15, speaks clearly on the point, and says that the friar for this service to the city 'debbe esser messo tra buoni datori di leggi, e debbe essere amato e onorato da' Fiorentini non altrimenti che Numa dai Romani e Solone dagli Ateniesi e Licurgo da' Lacedemoni. The evil of the old system was that the Parlamento, which consisted of the citizens assembled in the Piazza, was exposed to intimidation, and had no proper initiative, while the Balia, or select body, to whom they then intrusted plenipotentiary authority, was always the faction for the moment uppermost.
"Come, let us start, senor What is your name?" "My name is Pedro Lucas," answered the man of the gray cloak, again making a motion to take off his hat; "but they call me Uncle Licurgo. Where is the young gentleman's baggage?" "There it is there under the cloak. There are three pieces two portmanteaus and a box of books for Senor Don Cayetano. Here is the check."
They were now ascending a road on the outskirts of the town, and passing close to the walls of the gardens. "Do you see that great house at the end of this large garden whose wall we are now passing?" said Uncle Licurgo, pointing to a massive, whitewashed wall belonging to the only dwelling in view which had the appearance of a cheerful and comfortable habitation. "Yes; that is my aunt's house?"
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