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Updated: June 11, 2025
I could have laughed at that had I been in the mood for merriment. All Lima knew that Peru did not contain a stancher Royalist than Rosa Montilla. "It is not of you I speak, but of the so-called Patriots, who are sedulously plotting for the enemy. Already names have been mentioned, and before long some of these people will be shot." I think it was then she first began to suspect my meaning.
Proclaim it before the whole world, and my services will be rewarded." The vice-president endorsed the proposition of Bolivar with eloquent words, incidentally praising the victorious general and his troops. Among the persons who came to compliment him was an old foe named Mariano Montilla, a colonel in the army.
"I have often wondered how we managed to escape." Passing through the outer gates of the park on to the highroad, we cantered our horses about a quarter of a mile, and then turned up a narrow lane which separated our property from that of Don Felipe Montilla. Suddenly checking his horse, José whispered, "See to your pistols, my boy; there are horsemen coming this way."
He fought in Africa, against the French, and in Portugal. In the campaign in Portugal he was a brother-in-arms of don Mariano Montilla, the hero of Cartagena. He rose to the position of lieutenant colonel. In 1811 he met Miranda in London, and then decided to come to Buenos Aires.
To have given its name to Amontillado is glory enough for Montilla, and it must be owned that Gonzalo Hernandez de Aguila y de Montilla would not sound so well as the title we know the hero by, when we know him at all.
"Your father will be in a position to see to that, as San Martin has already made him a member of the government." "That's all right then. By-the-bye, have you seen Montilla?" "Yes. The old fox plays the game well. He is delighted so he says to be able to hand over the estates, which he was keeping in trust for you, to the rightful owner." "Do you think my father believes him?" "I can't say.
It was not my father who had entered, but Rosa Montilla, the young daughter of a famous Spanish officer. She was nearly a year younger than myself, and a frequent visitor at our house. Often we had gone together for a row on the lake, or for a gallop on our ponies round the park.
They sat quite still, as if the remarks had been addressed to others. "It is our custom," continued Sorillo, "to give those brought before us every chance to defend themselves. We are not lawyers; we do not juggle with words; our one desire is to get at the truth." "By St. Philip," muttered Montilla, "this is the last place I should have thought to find it in!"
It was just about that time, sir, that I met you, first at Montilla, and then afterward at Cordova. I won't talk about that last interview. You know more about it, perhaps, than I do. Carmen stole your watch from you, she wanted to have your money besides, and especially that ring I see on your finger, and which she declared to be a magic ring, the possession of which was very important to her.
At last he was recognized by one of our men as Pardo Lureña, an utterly worthless man, who had already changed sides several times during the war." "He would have made a good recruit for you," remarked Montilla.
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