Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Short stories
She stood holding on to one of the wooden columns, tall and white-faced,
her big eyes sunk deep with privation and sorrow. I looked hard at her,
and she met my stare with a strange, inquisitive look. Then, as I turned
my head after riding past, she seemed to gather courage for the act, and
absolutely beckoned me back.
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“I obeyed, senores, almost without thinking, so great was my astonishment.
It was greater still when I heard what she had to say. She began by
thanking me for my forbearance of her father’s infirmity, so that I felt
ashamed of myself. I had meant to show disdain, not forbearance! Every
word must have burnt her lips, but she never departed from a gentle and
melancholy dignity which filled me with respect against my will. Senores,
we are no match for women. But I could hardly believe my ears when she
began her tale. Providence, she concluded, seemed to have preserved the
life of that wronged soldier, who now trusted to my honour as a caballero
and to my compassion for his sufferings.
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“‘Wronged man,’ I observed, coldly. ‘Well, I think so, too: and you have
been harbouring an enemy of your cause.’
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“‘He was a poor Christian crying for help at our door in the name of God,
senor,’ she answered, simply.
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“I began to admire her. ‘Where is he now?’ I asked, stiffly.
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“But she would not answer that question. With extreme cunning, and an
almost fiendish delicacy, she managed to remind me of my failure in saving
the lives of the prisoners in the guardroom, without wounding my pride.
She knew, of course, the whole story. Gaspar Ruiz, she said, entreated me
to procure for him a safe-conduct from General San Martin himself. He had
an important communication to make to the commander-in-chief.
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“Por Dios, senores, she made me swallow all that, pretending to be only
the mouthpiece of that poor man. Overcome by injustice, he expected to
find, she said, as much generosity in me as had been shown to him by the
Royalist family which had given him a refuge.
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“Ha! It was well and nobly said to a youngster like me. I thought her
great. Alas! she was only implacable.
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“In the end I rode away very enthusiastic about the business, without
demanding even to see Gaspar Ruiz, who I was confident was in the house.
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“But on calm reflection I began to see some difficulties which I had not
confidence enough in myself to encounter. It was not easy to approach a
commander-in-chief with such a story. I feared failure. At last I thought
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