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Updated: June 23, 2025
The Orphan begged at the stores on the road and was given two slices of bread and a small coin. "Will you have some, ninchi?" he asked, offering Manuel one of the slices. "Hand it over." By the Ronda de Atocha they reached the Estacion de Mediodia. "Do you know the time?" asked the Orphan. "Yes. It's eleven." "Well then, it's too early to go to the barracks."
The dwellers in the decent-looking houses did not seem to mind the sights and scents of their street, but these revolted us, and we made haste out of it into the avenue where the greater world of Ronda was strolling or standing about, but preferably standing about.
In the old Moorish palace in Ronda, General Vincente, summoned to a great council of war at Madrid, was making curt military preparations for his journey and the conveyance of his household to the capital. Senora Barenna was for the moment forgetful of her nerves in the excitement of despatching servants in advance to Toledo, where she owned a summer residence.
Do you always get what you want, my son? 'Not always, replied Conyngham, with an uneasy laugh. 'But I should be a fool not to try. 'Assuredly, said Concha, 'assuredly. And you have come to Ronda to try? 'Yes. They walked on in silence, on the shady side of the street, and presently passed and saluted a priest one of Concha's colleagues in this city of the South.
There chanced at this time to be six Christian scouts prowling about the savage heights of the Serrania de Ronda. They were of that kind of lawless ruffians who infest the borders of belligerent countries, ready at any time to fight for pay or prowl for plunder.
'And I have not even the excuse of my cloth. I am abroad on worldly business, and not even my own. I will be honest with you, Senor Conyngham. I am here to buy that malediction of a letter in a pink envelope. You remember in the garden at Ronda, eh? 'Yes, I remember; and why do you want that letter? 'For the sake of Julia Barenna. 'Ah! I want it for the sake of Estella Vincente.
"Be sure of that! Until you spoke of Olvera I did not know." "No," admitted Shere, "not laid for me to your knowledge, but to Esteban's. You were surprised at my coming Esteban only at the manner of my coming. He asked if I had ridden into the gates of my own accord I remember. He was in Ronda this afternoon. Very likely it was he who told my colonel of my knowledge of the neighbourhood.
She and her little ones fled with him in disguise to Cadiz, with the precious Arabic Scriptures rolled round their waists, and took shelter with an English merchant, who had had dealings in sword-blades with Senor Miguel, and had been entertained by him in his beautiful Saracenic house at Ronda with Eastern hospitality.
'Most suspicious. There was a silence, during which Concha sneezed twice with enjoyment and more noise than is usually considered necessary. 'And your letter, he said, carefully folding his handkerchief into squares; 'that anonymous letter of warning that your life is threatened is that true? It is the talk of Ronda. 'Ah, that! laughed Vincente. 'Yes, it is true enough.
'I left England in haste, added Conyngham lightly. 'Ah! 'And it will be inexpedient for me to return for some months to come. I thought of taking service in the army, and have a letter to General Vincente, who lives at Ronda, as I understand, sixty miles from here across the mountains. 'Yes, said the priest thoughtfully, 'Ronda is sixty miles from here across the mountains.
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