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Updated: June 17, 2025
Larralde turned sharply to the right as soon as he gained the Calle Preciados. It was a mere alley running the whole way round a church and here again was solitude, but not silence, for the wind roared among the chimneys overhead as it roars through a ship's rigging at sea.
'Ah! said Concha, 'so he also is faithful because life is not long, my son. That is the only reason. How wise was the great God when He made a human life short! 'I have a letter, continued Conyngham, 'from Larralde to the Senorita Barenna. 'So you parted friends in Barcelona after all when his knife has been between your shoulders? 'Yes.
'I have not seen you for nearly a fortnight, she said. 'Ah! answered Larralde, who had apparently not kept so strict an account of the days. 'Ah! yes I know. But, dearest, I have been burning the high-roads. I have been almost to Madrid. Ah! Julia, why did you make such a mistake? 'What mistake? she asked with a sudden light of coquetry in her eyes.
That open window will whet their curiosity, and give them something to whisper about. It is so easy to deceive a crowd. He sat down and began to peel a peach. Julia looked at him, wondering wherein this man's greatness lay, and yet perceiving dimly that, against such as he, men like Esteban Larralde could do nothing.
He is kind enough to consider me of some importance in the politics of this country owing to the information I am supposed to possess. I know nothing of the contents of the letter, but I want to regain it if only for a few moments. That is the whole story, and that is how matters stand between Larralde and myself. 'Il s'en faut bien que l'innocence trouve autant de protection que le crime.
Larralde gave a short laugh and shrugged his shoulders. 'Heaven only knows where the letter is now, he answered. Julia unfolded a note and handed it to him. She had received it three weeks earlier from Concepcion Vara, and it was from Conyngham, saying that he had left her note at the house of the Colonel. 'The Colonel was dead before Conyngham arrived at Xeres, said Larralde shortly.
He knew that Sir John was a cleverer man than Larralde, deeper versed in that side of human nature where the seams are and the knots and the unsightly stitches; older, more experienced, and probably no more scrupulous. 'Yes, said the priest, 'I can tell you that.
Conyngham gave a sharp cry of pain and threw back his head. Larralde had stabbed him in the back. The Englishman swayed in the saddle as if trying to balance himself, his legs bent back from the knee in the sharpness of a biting pain. The heavy stirrups swung free. Then, slowly, Conyngham toppled forward and rolled out of the saddle, falling to the road with a thud.
Julia had of late withdrawn more and more from that life of continued and mild festivity of which it is to be feared the existence of many women is composed. This afternoon she sat alone in the great gloomy house in Toledo, waiting for Larralde.
Larralde was seated at a table strewn with newspapers and soiled by cigarette ash. He had the unkempt and pallid look of one who has not seen the sun or breathed fresh air for days. For, as Concepcion had said, this was a conspirator who preferred to lurk in friendly shelter while others played the bolder game at the front. Larralde had, in fact, not stirred abroad for nearly a week.
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