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"Where is Marcos?" she asked. "He is taking a siesta," answered Sarrion. "Like a poor man." "Yes, like a poor man. He was not in bed all last night. You had a narrower escape of being made a nun than you suspect." Juanita's face fell. She went to the window and stood there looking out. "When are we going to Torre Garda?" she asked, after a long silence. "I hate towns ... and people.
Sarrion glanced across the table, as he spoke, at the face of his son, who was also a prompt man, but withal restful, as if possessing a reserve upon which to draw in emergency. For the restless and the uneasy are those who have all their forces in the field. "Do not sit up for me," said Marcos, rising. He stood and thoughtfully emptied his glass. "I shall change my clothes," he said, "and go out.
When it became evident that the Dutch were fortifying the town and meant to retain possession of it for good, the national spirit of the Portuguese proved equal to the occasion, and Bishop Marcos Teixeira, after assuming the garb of a penitent, took command of the army, and hoisted the crucifix for his standard.
But Marcos, you know, and Uncle Ramon are the only people who take any trouble about me, for myself you understand." "Yes, I understand," answered the great man humbly, as if he were trying to, but was not quite sure of success. Marcos sat silently in his corner of the carriage. Indeed Juanita exercised the prerogative of her sex and led the conversation, gaily and easily.
Marcos led the way and they passed on into the chapel which was dimly lighted by candles. The subtle odour of stale incense hung heavily in the atmosphere which seemed to vibrate as if the deeper notes of the organ shook the building in their vain search for an exit. The chapel was long and narrow.
For Marcos rose and slowly climbed the hill towards Torre Garda, half hidden amid the pine trees on the mountain crest above him. There was a midnight train, he knew, from Pampeluna to Saragossa. The railway station was only twenty miles away, which is to this day considered quite a convenient distance in Navarre. There would be a moon soon after nightfall. There was plenty of time.
Juanita noted the manly simplicity of these attentions with a little tender and wise smile. "I know what it is that makes men gipsies," she said, when she joined Marcos who was attending to a fire of sticks on the ground at the cottage door. "I shall always have a kindly feeling for them now.
AN ACCIDENT Marcos recovered consciousness at daybreak. It was a sign of his great strength and perfect health that he regained all his faculties at once. He moved, opened his eyes, and was fully conscious, like a child awakening from sleep. As soon as his eyes were open they showed surprise; for Juanita was sitting beside him, watching him.
Is it not part of the gentler soul to care for the helpless and the sick? Just as it is in a man's heart to fight the world for a woman's sake. Marcos made a quick recovery. His broken bones knit together like the snapped branch of a young tree. His cuts and bruises healed themselves unaided. "He has no nerves," said Juanita. "You should see a nun when she is ill! St.
She watched him bend the bars back again to their proper place. "By the way," she asked him. "What was the name of the chapel where we were married I should like to know?" Marcos hesitated a moment before replying. "It is called Our Lady of the Shadows." THE MATTRESS BEATER Englishmen are justly proud of their birthright.
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