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Updated: June 28, 2025
'Ah, I see the reverendo knows a horse. 'And an ass, added Concha. At this moment the General emerged from the shadow of the staircase, which was open and of stone. He was followed by Estella, as it would appear, and they hurried across the sunlighted patio, the girl carrying her fan to screen her face. 'Are you rested, my child? asked Concha at the carriage door.
He liquidated my little account. It has always been a jest between us that little account. He laughed pleasantly, and moved towards the door. 'Vara, said Father Concha. 'Yes, reverendo. 'If I meet your wife in Madrid, what shall I say to her? Concepcion turned and looked into the smiling face of the old priest. 'In Madrid, reverendo? How can you think of such a thing?
Concha threw away his cigarette and raised his hand to his hat. He had not lifted it except to ladies of the highest quality for some years, out of regard to symptoms of senile decay which had manifested themselves at the junction of the brim and the crown. 'Have I not seen your face before, my child? he said. 'Yes, reverendo. I am of Ronda but have been living in Xeres.
But to Father Concha the sum represented five hundred cups of black coffee denied to himself in the evening at the cafe five hundred packets of cigarettes, so- called of Havana, unsmoked two new cassocks in the course of twenty years a hundred little gastronomic delights sternly resisted season after season. 'Not enough, your hundred pesetas, reverendo, not enough, laughed the man.
Two small children had begged of him, and now he was left in meditative solitude. 'In a short three minutes, said the ostler, 'and the Excellencies can then depart. In which direction, reverendo, if one may ask? 'One may always ask, my friend, replied the priest. 'Indeed, the holy books are of opinion that it cannot be overdone. That chin strap is too tight.
'A rose-coloured letter ? 'Yes, said the woman, looking at him with surprise. 'And tell me what happened afterwards. I may perhaps be able to help you, my child, if you tell me all you know. 'And then, reverendo, the police brought back the Colonel who had been murdered in the streets and I who had his Excellency's dinner on the table waiting for him! 'And
And, reverendo, in the valley below is the monarchy of Spain the Bourbon cause. Father Concha, remembering his favourite maxim that no flies enter a shut mouth, was silent. 'The pebble was a letter, said Sir John. 'And Larralde has it, he added after a pause. 'And that is why you are all in Toledo why the air is thick with apprehension, and why all Spain seems to pause and wait breathlessly.
It is a letter of no importance, of no political value a love letter, in fact. 'Ah, yes! Ah, yes! That may be, reverendo. But there are others who want it your love letter. 'I offer you, on the part of my friend, a hundred pesetas for this letter. The priest's wrinkled face wore a grim smile.
My wife lives in Algeciras, and at times, see you he stopped, casting his eyes up to the ceiling and fetching an exaggerated sigh, 'at times my heart aches. But now I must get to the saddle. What a thing is Duty, reverendo! Duty! God be with your Excellencies. And he hurried out of the room. 'If you would make a thief honest, trust him, said Concha, when the door was closed.
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