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Updated: June 17, 2025
I never sleep at night not a wink but lie and think of my troubles. Julia will not obey me. I have warned her not to rouse me to anger and she laughs at me. She persists in seeing this terrible Esteban Larralde a Carlist, if you please. 'We are all as God made us, said Concha 'with embellishments added by the Evil One, he added, in a lower tone. 'And now I am going to see General Vincente.
Esteban Larralde had indeed told her more than was either necessary or discreet, and it was his vanity that led him into this imprudence. We are all ready enough to impart information which will show our neighbours that we are more important than we appear.
But General Vincente, in pursuit of that peace which had earned him such a terrible reputation in war, turned to Senora Barenna with his most reassuring smile. 'It is nothing, my dear Inez, he said. 'In these times of trouble the officials are so suspicious, and our dear Alcalde knows too much. He remembers dear Julia's little affair with Esteban Larralde, now long since lived down and forgotten.
'I know him, said Sir John at length, and the tone of his voice made Larralde glance up with a sudden gleam in his eyes. There thus sprang into existence between them the closest of all bonds a common foe. 'The man has done me more than one ill-turn, said Larralde after a pause, and he drummed on the table with his cigarette-stained fingers.
He crept into the saddle and rode on towards Madrid. It was quite dark when Conyngham recovered consciousness. In turning him over to search his pockets Larralde had perhaps, unwittingly, saved his life by placing him in a position that checked the internal haemorrhage.
But the envelope he produced was that pink one which the man called Larralde had given him at Algeciras. 'No it is not that, he said, searching in another pocket. 'Ah! here it is addressed to General Espartero, Duke of Vittoria. He showed her the superscription, which she read with a little inclination of the head, as if in salutation of the great name written there.
Larralde spoke of general news, and when he at length proposed to Julia that they should take a 'paseo' in the garden the elder lady made no objection. For some moments Julia was quite happy. She had schooled herself into a sort of contentment in the hope that her turn would come when ambition failed. Perhaps this moment had arrived.
But I wish to do Frederick Conyngham a good turn, and I ask you to tell me where I shall find Larralde you who know everything, Senor Padre. Concha reflected while they walked along on the shady side of the narrow street. It happened to be the street where the saddlers live, and the sharp sound of their little hammers on leather and wood came from almost every darkened doorway.
Larralde lodges in the house of a malcontent, one Lamberto, a scribbling journalist, who is hurt because the world takes him at its own valuation and not at his. The house is next to the little synagogue in the Calle de Madrid, a small stationer's shop, where one may buy the curse of this generation pens and paper. 'Thank you, said Sir John, civilly and simply.
He had determined to go to Xeres, though that town of ill repute lay far to the westward of his road towards the capital. It would have been simple enough to destroy the letter entrusted to him by Julia Barenna, a stranger whom he was likely never to see again simple enough and infinitely safer as he suspected, for the billet-doux of Mr. Larralde smelt of grimmer things than love.
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