Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
The ruins of the convent being on the outskirts of the conflagration, he
was able, by making a long circuit, to approach it with less risk than
he had before encountered; but, when he arrived there, it was some time
before he could discover the object of his search, now utterly unable to
assist himself. The two servants, therefore, supporting the fidalgo
between them, and the old nurse being somewhat revived by some of the
food the Captain had brought, which she contrived to eat between her
sobs and exclamations of grief, he led the way towards the palace of the
Marchioness of Corcunda, which was in the uninjured part of the city.
As the party were leaving the fatal spot, a man, with a drawn sword in
his hand, rushed up to them with frantic gestures, and the noble
sailor's satisfaction may be conceived when he discovered his friend
Luis. Pedro, in his joy and hurry to embrace his master, almost let the
fidalgo fall to the ground; although Luis offered, it must be confessed,
but a poor subject for congratulation. From the broken exclamations of
Senhora Gertrudes, the Captain had understood that she fancied she had
seen her young mistress, but he was unprepared for the excited vehemence
of Luis.
"Fly with me to overtake the monster!" he exclaimed, without waiting to
receive his friend's congratulations on his safety. "Which way did he
bear her? Have none of you seen her? speak!"
"Of whom do you speak, my friend?" asked Captain Pinto; "for I have but
just arrived here."
"Of Clara, of my own Clara!" ejaculated the unhappy lover; "she has been
torn from me in the moment of preservation, and conveyed I know not
whither; but, as you love me, aid me to recover her. Does no one know
which way she was carried?"
The old nurse now recognised Luis. "Does the senhor ask for my young
mistress?" she exclaimed. "I knew it was her, I knew it was her, and a
savage has carried her away."
"Speak, woman, speak!" exclaimed Luis, with agitation. "Which way did
he go?"
"Alack! senhor, I scarcely know; we have moved since then--but let me
see: yes, it was there--that was the way;" and she pointed in the
direction of a street, on each side of which the houses were burning
furiously, the walls every instant falling with loud crashes, and
throwing showers of sparks into the air.
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