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Updated: August 16, 2024
The old priest was walking leisurely up the avenue towards the Casa Barenna when the branches of a dwarf ilex were pushed aside, and there came to him from their leafy concealment, not indeed a wood- nymph, but Senora Barenna, with her finger at her lips. 'Hush! she said; 'he is here. And from the anxious and excited expression of her face it became apparent that madame's nerves were astir.
Sir John Pleydell, before leaving Spain, bought this letter for two hundred pounds a few months ago when I was a poor man and could not offer a price for it. But Larralde disappeared when the plot failed, and I have only found him lately in Barcelona. 'In Barcelona? echoed Concha. 'Yes; where he can take a passage to Cuba, and where he awaits Julia Barenna.
I have a letter here which you must deliver to the Senorita Barenna at Ronda without the knowledge of anyone. It will be well that neither General Vincente nor any other who knows you should catch sight of you in the streets of Ronda. Concepcion nodded his head with much philosophy.
'Love letters! ejaculated Senora Barenna. She evidently had a keen sense of the romantic, and hoped for something more tragic than a mere flirtation begotten of idleness at sea. 'Yes, said Concha, crossing his legs and looking at his companion with a queer cynicism. 'Young people mostly pass that way. He had had a tragedy, this old man.
We both owe Conyngham a good turn I, in reparation, you, in gratitude; for he undoubtedly saved the Senorita Barenna from imprisonment for life. Larralde shrugged his shoulders. 'Each man, he said, 'must fight for himself. 'And the majority of us for a woman as well, amended Sir John. 'At least, in Spain, chivalry is not dead. Larralde laughed. He was vain, and Sir John knew it.
'That is the Queen for the time being, added Vincente, pointing to Estella. Julia stood looking from one to the other a self-contained woman made strong by love. For there is nothing in life or human experience that raises and strengthens man or woman so much as a great and abiding love. But Julia Barenna was driven and almost panic-stricken.
'Ah, these young people! exclaimed the General with a gay little sigh. 'What it is to be young and in love! But be seated, Inez be seated. Padre a chair. 'What do you propose to do? asked Senora Barenna breathlessly, for she was stout and agitated and had hurried up the steps. 'When, my dear Inez when? 'But now with this man in Ronda. You know quite well he is dangerous. He is a Carlist.
You are an ungrateful female. Senora Barenna, whose face would have graced one of the very earliest of the martyrs, sat with folded hands waiting until the storm should pass. 'Do you wish me to see Julia? asked Concha abruptly. 'Yes yes! And persuade her to conciliate the Alcalde to tell him some story or another. It does not surely matter if it be not the strict truth.
A little, little sin no larger than the eye of a fly a little bite of a calf's sweetbread on Friday in mere forgetfulness, and Sancta Maria! what a penance is required! What suffering! It is a purgatory to have such a confessor. 'Surely madame can have no sins, said Conyngham pleasantly. 'Not now, said Senora Barenna with a deep sigh. 'When I was young it was different.
'Julia is right, Senora Barenna was saying, though nobody heeded her; 'one must not talk nor even think politics in this country. You are no politician, I trust, Senor Conyngham Senor Conyngham, I ask you, you are no politician? 'No, senora, replied Conyngham hastily; 'no; and if I were, I should never understand Spanish politics.
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