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They want that money, and they intend to get it by forcing her into religion and inducing her to sign the usual testament made by nuns, conferring all their earthly goods upon the order into which they are admitted." Then Sarrion went back to his original question. "And...?" "As soon as we see signs of their being likely to succeed I propose to see Juanita again." "You can do it despite them?"
Sarrion rode to the large house in the Calle de la Dormitaleria where the school of the Sisters of the True Faith is located to this day. In an hour he joined Marcos in the little sitting-room looking on to the Plaza de la Constitucion. "All is going well," he said, "I have seen Dolores. They go across to the Cathedral for vespers at five o'clock. It will be almost dark.
"Of course but in the meantime..." "Yes," said Marcos with a slow smile ... "in the meantime." He left the room as he spoke, but turned on the threshold to look back over his shoulder. His eyes were alight with anger and the smile had lapsed into a grin. Sarrion went down to the verandah to entertain the unsought guest. "They have given us coffee," he said, "in the library.
She left the room as she spoke to warn the servants, who were already astir, to do their work as noiselessly as possible. When she returned Marcos was asleep. "The doctor cannot be here for another hour, at least," whispered Sarrion, who was standing by the window watching Marcos. "It is too far for a man of his age to ride, and he has no carriage.
My father is dead. He died without the benefits of the Church. He returned secretly to Saragossa two days ago and was attacked and robbed in the streets." "And died in that house," added Sarrion, indicating with his stick the building they had just quitted. "Ye es," answered Leon hesitatingly, with a quick and frightened glance at Mon. "It may have been. I do not know.
"That is a Carlist watch-fire, Senorita," answered the officer briskly, and no one seemed to notice his slip of the tongue except Sarrion, who glanced at him and then decided not to remind him that the title no longer applied to Juanita. In a few moments the bishop joined them, and they all made their way down the winding path.
"What did you say?" he asked, turning on the threshold; for he had heard her mutter something. "I said, 'Thank God'!" "What for?" "For your brains, my dear," she answered. "And your strong heart." Sarrion was making up the fire when they entered the room lithe and young in his riding costume and he turned, smiling, to meet her. She kissed him gravely.
Across the end of the Calle San Gregorio, and commanding that narrow street, stood the Palacio Sarrion an empty house the greater part of the year a vast building, of which the windows increased in size as they mounted skywards.
Sarrion saw the action and glanced at Marcos and then at the towering walls. But he made no comment and asked no questions. There are two old monasteries on the Villaba road; huge buildings within a high wall, each owning a chapel which stands apart from the dwelling-house. It is a known fact that the Carlists have never threatened these buildings which stand far outside the town.
I should like love to be treated as something sacred not as a joke. But I am getting to be an old man, Juanita. I am behind the times. Do I hear Sarrion in the passage?" He rose as he spoke and went towards the door. Sarrion came in at that moment. The Spanish sense of hospitality is strongly Arabic. Mon had ridden many miles. Sarrion greeted him almost eagerly.
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