Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
"What! and leave my mistress to her fate? Never! I go alone, if no one
will accompany me!" exclaimed Luis; and breaking suddenly from Captain
Pinto, he rushed in the direction Gertrudes indicated that the ruffian
who bore away Clara had taken. Pedro, who was supporting the fidalgo,
was compelled to place his burden on the ground before he could pursue
his master; nor could the Captain even attempt to overtake him with any
hope of success. Don Luis had already disappeared down a street, the
houses rocking and burning on each side, when Pedro reached the
commencement. At that instant, a lofty building, not fifty yards before
him, fell with a loud crash, completely blocking up the street, and
sending up showers of sparks and flame, like the bursting forth of a
volcano.
Pedro stood aghast, trembling at his own narrow escape, and at the too
probable fate of his master, with whom all communication was now
hopelessly cut off. The Captain now coming up, said, in an agitated
voice, as he led him back to where the fidalgo had been left,--"We can
be of more service to the living than to the dead. We will see this old
man in safety, and then return to search for your master."
This was, indeed, the only thing now to be done, and after many
difficulties and much labour they reached the palace of the Marchioness
of Corcunda. The door was open, and the mansion deserted, though it
appeared not to have been pillaged, and after searching in every
direction, it was discovered that the inmates had taken refuge in the
garden, where they were collected beneath some orange trees; still
uttering lamentations for what had occurred, which were increased when
they heard the account Gertrudes detailed to them of the loss of Clara,
and on seeing the state the fidalgo was in. The ladies were collected
together in the centre, and their female attendants and men servants
around them, all wringing their hands and sobbing, not one of them
thinking of raising any covering to shelter themselves, or bringing out
benches or chairs to sleep on. The Captain, however, with a sailor's
activity, set to work to make such arrangements as were practicable, for
the comfort of the ladies and of the unfortunate fidalgo, who, as yet,
gave few signs of being conscious of what was going forward. The
servants worked but slowly, and were afraid of entering the house,
although they did not hesitate to obey the Captain, who, it must be
remembered, was a perfect stranger among them; but, on occasions of
danger and difficulty, the man of courage and talent will always command
obedience. Overcome with fatigue, the gallant Captain and the faithful
Pedro, after snatching a short rest, again set out in search of Don
Luis.
Volume 2, Chapter XV.
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