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Sir John, looking at him, coldly gauged the Spaniard with the deadly skill of his calling. He noted that Larralde was poor and ambitious qualities that often raise the devil in a human heart when fate brings them there together.
For she, like thousands of her sisters, loved an unworthy object faute de mieux with open eyes and a queer philosophy that bade her love Larralde rather than love none. She had lately spent a large part of her existence in waiting for Larralde, who, indeed, was busy enough at this time, and rarely stirred abroad while the sun was up.
Esteban Larralde, seeing the salutation, gave a short laugh, and jerked the reins of his tired horse. He himself wore a weary look, as if the fight he had in hand were an uphill one. He had long recognised Conyngham; indeed the chase had been one of little excitement, but rather an exercise of patience and dogged perseverance.
At all events, Larralde acquitted himself well, and seemed sincere enough in his joy at seeing her again. 'Do you love me? he asked suddenly. Julia gave a little laugh. Heaven has been opened by such a laugh ere now, and men have seen for a moment the brightness of it. 'Enough to leave Spain for ever and live in another country? 'Yes. 'Enough to risk something now for my sake?
Larralde is, it appears, a malcontent, and on the wrong side of the wall. You need have no uneasiness. Ah! your nerves yes, I know! A great sufferer yes, I remember. Patience, dear Inez, patience! And he patted her stout white hand affectionately. The Alcalde was taking snuff with a stubborn air of disbelief, glancing the while suspiciously at Conyngham, who had eyes for none but Estella.
They sat until long after midnight, and before they parted Sir John Pleydell handed to his companion a roll of notes, which he counted carefully and Larralde accepted with a grand air of condescension and indifference. 'You know my address, said Sir John, with a slight suggestion of masterfulness which had not been noticeable before the money changed hands. 'I shall remain at the same hotel.
'Yes; and of course has the letter. 'Of course, amigo. The priest looked at the prostrate man with a face of profound contempt, and, shrugging his shoulders, went towards the door. 'Come, he said, 'I must return to Toledo and Julia. It is thither that this Larralde always returns, and she, poor woman, believes in him. Ah, my friend' he paused and shook his long finger at Conyngham.
'And I do not believe he ever left the letter. I suspected that he had kept it as a little recommendation to the Christinos under whom he takes service. It would have been the most natural thing to do. But I have satisfied myself that the letter is not in his possession. 'How? asked Julia with a sudden fear that blanched her face. Larralde smiled in rather a sickly way and made no answer.
Estella glanced at Concha and said nothing. His wise old eyes rested for a moment on her face with a little frown of anxiety. 'We have had a visit from the Senora Barenna, went on the General, 'and she is anxious that we should invite Julia to go to Madrid with us. It appears that Esteban Larralde is still attempting to force his attentions on Julia, and is at present in Ronda.
There is nothing so disarming as conventionality and nothing less suspicious. Larralde seemed ever to be a typical Spaniard indolently polite, gravely indifferent a cigarette- smoking nonentity. They talked of topics of the day, and chiefly of that great event, the hurricane, which was still raging.
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