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Updated: June 14, 2025
If it is the one, I fear nothing; if the other, I fear everything." "Then," said John Craik, shuffling in his chair, "fear nothing." De Lloseta looked at him sharply. "I could force you to tell a lie by mentioning the name of the woman who wrote this," he said. "Then don't!" said John Craik. "I lie beautifully!" "No, I will not.
She had been brought face to face with life as it really is, and not as we dream it in the dreams of youth. She was not surprised to receive this letter, although she had no idea that the Count de Lloseta was in Spain.
Every one in the room was looking at the Count de Lloseta; for this quiet-spoken Spaniard was a distinct factor in the life of each one of them. They fell to talking of commonplace matters, and presently Mrs. Harrington rustled in. The servants were only awaiting her arrival to announce that dinner was ready. She looked round. "We are short of men," she said. "We miss Luke, do we not?"
As an old friend of your father's, and one who moved and lived in neighbourly intercourse with him before your birth, and before the deplorable death of your mother, I now waive ceremony, and beg that you and your uncle will come and take tea with me this afternoon at my humble abode in the 'Calle de la Paz. Believe me, dear Miss Challoner, yours very sincerely, "CIPRIANI DE LLOSETA DE MALLORCA."
No one looked at her except the Count, and his glance was momentary. "Yes and of course I have read the Spanish sketch. I suppose every one in London has! It makes me want to go to Spain." Mrs. Ingham-Baker bridled and glanced at the Spaniard. Agatha might be a countess yet a foreign one, but still a countess. Fitz was looking at De Lloseta.
"Not between men of the world," urged Cipriani de Lloseta. "It is not for your sake. I would not insult you in such a way. It is for Eve. For a woman's sake a man may easily sacrifice his pride." The captain nodded and glanced at the clock. He had not fully realised until that moment how dependent he was upon his niece.
Then he raised his eyes to the old city towering on the hillside above them, the city that has not changed these six hundred years, and he smiled a wan smile. "I have brought a horse for you," said Fitz, "either to ride back to D'Erraha with me now or to take you to Lloseta, should you care to go direct there.
"I know an old chap on board going across to fetch an English girl, a Miss Challoner. Her father's dead." Lloseta said nothing. Presently he turned to go, and as they walked back together he arranged to send a carriage for the Englishman and his luggage to bring him to the big house in the Street of the Peace, which he explained with a shadowy smile was more comfortable than the hotel.
I miss your voice about the house, and sometimes I feel a bit lonely, but being a rough seafaring man I know that Malabar Cottage was hardly fit for a lady like yourself. The Count de Lloseta has twice been down to see me, sitting affable down to our bit of lunch with us and making Creary laugh till he choked. I asked the Count to explain, which he did at some length.
Do you know, Fitz, I sometimes think there is a past some mysterious past which contained my father and Mrs. Harrington and a man the Count de Lloseta." "I have seen him," put in Fitz, "at Mrs. Harrington's often." The girl nodded her head with a quaint little assumption of shrewdness and deep suspicion. "My father admired him I do not know why. And pitied him intensely I do not know why."
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