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Updated: June 10, 2025
Suddenly the glances of Don Vegal rested on a young girl, enveloped in a black mantle, reclining in a calêche. "Who is that beautiful person?" asked he of the father. "It is the betrothed of André Certa, the daughter of the Jew Samuel." "She! the daughter of the Jew!"
Don Vegal sometimes paused, unaccustomed to these frightful perils. Martin Paz then supported him in his arms, and sheltered him against the drifting snow. And yet lightnings flashed from the clouds, and thunders broke over these barren peaks, and filled the mountain recesses with their terrific roar.
"Here are some jewels of great value," resumed Don Vegal, without noticing the language of the Jew; "besides I can sell you at a low price a considerable estate near Cusco." "Ah! señor, lands ruin us we have not arms enough left to cultivate them; the Indians have withdrawn to the mountains, and our harvests do not pay us for the trouble they cost." "At what value do you estimate these diamonds?"
What happiness was it for her to kneel at the feet of the old priest, and to pour out her anguish and her afflictions. But Sarah could not longer remain in the dwelling of the Spaniard. Father Joachim suggested this to Don Vegal, who knew not what part to take, for he was a prey to extreme anxiety. What had become of Martin Paz? He had fled the house. Was he in the power of his enemies?
To ascertain himself the state of things he quitted Chorillos one morning, returned to the city, and learned that André Certa had recovered from his wound. His approaching marriage was the topic of general conversation. Don Vegal wished to see this woman whose image troubled the mind of Martin Paz. He repaired, at evening, to the Plaza-Mayor. The crowd was always numerous there.
Don Vegal directed his steps to the altar and listened to the mass; then, as he was returning, he thought involuntarily of the deep sadness of the kneeling maiden. Her image followed him to his hotel, and remained deeply engraven in his soul. Don Vegal found in his saloon the Jew Samuel, who had come in compliance with his request.
One evening, while the darkness was gathering beneath the opaque foliage, Martin Paz, Liberta and Don Vegal were compelled by fatigue to stop. Had the captors ascended the banks? had they descended the course of the river? had they crossed it in a direct line? Such were the questions with which Martin Paz puzzled himself.
"You can rest until morning on this bed," resumed Don Vegal; "no one here will suspect your retreat. Good-night, señor!" The Spaniard went out of the room, and left the Indian, moved to tears by a confidence so generous; he yielded himself entirely to the protection of the marquis, and without thinking that his slumbers might be taken advantage of to seize him, slept with peaceful security.
He has scarcely property enough to feed his coachman and horses, and he must come to parade himself proudly about the square. And, hold! here is another! the Marquis Don Vegal!"
"To our mountain ranchos!" exclaimed he. "To the house of the Marquis Don Vegal!" said another voice behind him. Martin Paz turned; the Spaniard was at his side. "Will you not confide this young girl to me?" asked the marquis. The Indian bent his head, and said in a low voice to his companions: "To the dwelling of the Marquis Don Vegal!" They turned their steps in this direction.
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