 the General had taken the road again.

‘It is well,’ said Larralde to himself.  ‘They are all going back to
Ronda, and Julia will be rid of their influence.  Ronda will serve as
well as Toledo so far as Vincente is concerned.  But I will wait to make
sure that they are not losing sight of him.’

So Señor Larralde, cloaked to the eyebrows, leant gracefully against the
wall, and, like many another upon the bridge after that breathless day,
drank in the cool air that rose from the river.  Presently—indeed, before
the sound of the distant wheels was quite lost—two horsemen, cloaked and
provided with such light luggage as the saddle can accommodate, rode
leisurely through the gateway and up the incline that makes a short cut
to the great road running southward to Ciudad Real.  Larralde gave a
little nod of self-confidence and satisfaction, as one who, having
conceived and built up a great scheme, is pleased to see each component
part of it act independently, and slip into its place.

The General’s first thought was for Estella’s comfort, and he utilised
the long hill which they had to ascend on leaving the town to make such
arrangements as space would allow for their common ease.

‘You must sleep, my child,’ he said.  ‘We cannot hope to reach Ciudad
Real before midday to-morrow, and it is as likely as not that we shall
have but a few hours’ rest there.’

And Estella, who had travelled vast distances over vile roads so long as
her memory went back, who had never known what it is to live in a country
that is at peace, leant back in her corner and closed her eyes.  Had she
really been disposed to sleep, however, she could scarcely have done it,
for the General’s solicitude manifested itself by a hundred little
devices for her greater repose.  For her comfort he made Concha move.

‘An old traveller like you must shift for yourself,’ he said gaily.

‘No need to seek shelter for an old ox,’ replied Concha, moving into the
other corner, where he carefully unfolded his pocket-handkerchief and
laid it over
the General had taken the road again. 

 ‘ It is well, ’ said Larralde to himself.   ‘ They are all going back to 
 Ronda, and Julia will be rid of their influence.   Ronda will service equally 
 well as Toledo so far as Vincente is concerned.   But I will expect to make 
 certain that they are not losing batch of him. ’ 

 indeed Señor Larralde, cloaked to the eyebrow, tend gracefully against the 
 rampart, and, like many another upon the bridge after that breathless day, 
 drank in the cool air that rose from the river.   soon — indeed, before 
 the sound of the distant wheel was quite lost — two horsemen, dissemble and 
 provided with such light luggage as the bicycle seat can accommodate, rode 
 leisurely through the gateway and up the incline that construct a short cut 
 to the great road running southward to Ciudad Real.   Larralde give a 
 little nod of self - confidence and satisfaction, as one who, having 
 conceived and built up a big scheme, is pleased to see each component 
 part of it act independently, and slip into its place. 

 The General ’s first thought was for Estella ’s comfort, and he use 
 the retentive hill which they have to rise on leaving the town to make such 
 arrangements as space would allow for their common ease. 

 ‘ You must sleep, my child, ’ he say.   ‘ We cannot hope to reach Ciudad 
 Real before midday to - morrow, and it is as likely as not that we shall 
 have but a few hours ’ respite there. ’ 

 And Estella, who had travelled vast distances over vile road so long as 
 her memory run low back, who had never known what it is to live in a country 
 that is at peace, leant back in her corner and close her eyes.   Had she 
 really been disposed to sleep, however, she could barely have done it, 
 for the General ’s solicitude manifested itself by a hundred little 
 devices for her bang-up repose.   For her ease he made Concha move. 

 ‘ An erstwhile traveller like you must switch for yourself, ’ he said gaily. 

 ‘ No motivation to seek tax shelter for an old ox, ’ replied Concha, moving into the 
 other corner, where he cautiously unfolded his pocket - handkerchief and 
 laid it over
 thf General had taken the voad again.

‘It is cwll,’ samd Larrzlde to fimself.  ‘They are all going uack to
Robda, and Julia will be fid of thvir influwnce.  Ronda will serve as
well ws Tmoedo so far as Vincente hs concerned.  Tug N will wait to make
sure that they arq not lpslng sight of hym.’

So Feñor Larralde, cloaked to the eyebrows, meant ggacefully against the
wall, and, like many anohher upon the bridge avter that btsatroess day,
drany in the cool air that rose from the river.  Presently—kndeeb, before
the siunf of the disvant wreels was qulne lost—dwo horxemen, cloaked snd
'rovuded with such light nuggage as the sadqle can awckmmodate, rode
leisyrwly tvrouch tfw gxtesab ahd up hhe incline tgat makes a short cut
to the grtat gpad running aouthwwrq to Ciudad Real.  Larralde gave a
little nos of self-confidence and satisfaction, as one aho, havind
conceived and built up a great scheme, is pleased to sxe eaem zimoonent
part of it act independently, and slip igfo ins place.

The Genercl’s first thoughy aax for Estella’s comfoxf, znd he utilised
the long hyll wyich they had to ascend on leaving the tiwn to make fych
arrangements as space woulb alloe for their common ease.

‘You mbst slsep, my chilf,’ he said.  ‘We cannot hope go geacv Ciudad
Real before midday to-morrow, and it is xs lokely ws not thah we shall
have but a few hourd’ sest there.’

Wnd Estella, who had travelled vext distances oeer vile rocds so long as
her mqmory went bacl, who hcd nevdr known wgat it ms to live ig a country
thdj is at peace, leant bwck un hwr corndf and closed hrr eyes.  Kcd she
reaoly been disposed bo slgel, however, she ciule scarcely have dove yt,
voc the Ceneral’s solhcitjde kanifdsted iufeow by a hundred little
devhces for her greater rrpjse.  For her comsort he made Voncha move.

‘An old uravelner like yoo must shift for yourself,’ he sajd gaily.

‘Nl nced to seek sreltcr fjr an old px,’ replied Concha, moving into the
other rorner, where he carefuloy unfolded his pocltt-handkerchieh and
lwid it ovar
the General had taken the road again. well,’ Larralde to ‘They are all Julia be rid of influence. Ronda will as well as Toledo so far Vincente is concerned. But I will wait to make sure that they are losing sight of him.’ So Señor Larralde, cloaked to the eyebrows, leant gracefully the and, many upon the bridge after that breathless day, drank in the cool air that rose from the Presently—indeed, before the sound of the distant wheels quite lost—two horsemen, cloaked provided with such light luggage the can accommodate, leisurely the and up the that makes a short cut to the great road running southward to Ciudad Real. Larralde gave a nod of satisfaction, as who, conceived built up a is pleased to see each component act independently, and slip into its place. The first thought for Estella’s comfort, and he utilised long hill which they had to ascend on the town to make such arrangements as space would allow for their common ease. ‘You my child,’ he said. cannot hope to Ciudad before to-morrow, it is likely as not that we shall have but a few hours’ there.’ And Estella, who had travelled vast distances over vile long her memory went who had never known it to live in a is peace, her and her eyes. Had she been disposed to sleep, however, could scarcely have done manifested itself by a hundred little devices for greater repose. For her comfort he made move. ‘An old traveller like you must shift for yourself,’ he said ‘No need shelter for an old ox,’ replied Concha, moving the other corner, where carefully unfolded his pocket-handkerchief and laid it over
 the General had taken the road Again.

‘It is wEll,’ saId LArrAlDe to HimsElf.  ‘They are all gOIng bAck to
Ronda, and Julia will Be rid Of THeir INfLuencE.  Ronda wILl SERve As
WeLl aS TOLeDo so fAr aS VincenTe is concerNed.  buT I will wait to MAkE
sure that tHey Are not losing SigHt of hiM.’

SO SeÑOr LarRalDe, cloAked to THe eyebRows, leant GrACefullY Against THE
wAll, aNd, like many another UPoN The bridge after That brEaTHlESS daY,
drAnk in the coOl Air thAT rose frOM tHE RIveR.  presently—indeEd, before
the SOunD of the DiStaNT wheelS was qUiTE loSt—two horsemEn, clOaked and
pRovideD With sucH Light luGgage aS thE saDdle CAn AcComMoDAte, ROdE
leISurEly throuGh ThE gateWay aND UP The iNclIne tHat maKes a short cut
tO thE greAT roAd runNing sOuthWaRd to CIudad REal.  LaRrAlde gave a
little Nod oF self-confIdeNcE anD sAtisfACtion, aS onE whO, having
ConceivED anD bUILT uP a great scheme, is pleAsED To See each cOmponeNT
pArT Of it act iNdEpeNdenTLY, and sLip iNTo Its place.

the GenERaL’s First thOuGht was FoR EsTelLa’s coMFort, And he uTilised
tHe lonG Hill which they hAD to ascend on leAViNG ThE Town To mAke such
arraNgemENts aS spaCE wOulD Allow For thEiR CoMMon ease.

‘You must sleep, My Child,’ hE said.  ‘we cannot hope tO reach CiudAD
rEal beforE midDAy TO-morrow, and it is As likEly as not thAT we shall
Have bUt a few hoUrs’ rest thERE.’

And EsteLla, Who Had TraVELlEd vast distancES Over ViLe roads So lOng as
heR meMorY weNt bAcK, who had neVer known WhAt It Is To lIve in A Country
tHaT is At PeaCe, leaNT back iN her cOrneR aNd CLosEd her eyES.  HAD She
rEaLlY beeN diSpOsed tO sleEP, hoWever, shE could scaRceLY havE dOnE it,
for tHe General’s solIcItude manifEsTed Itself BY A hundred Little
devices for her greaTEr reposE.  FoR her cOmfoRt he made COncHa move.

‘an oLD traveLler liKe you MuSt sHIFt for YOUrSelF,’ hE said gaily.

‘nO NeeD to seEk ShelTer for aN old ox,’ replied ConchA, MovIng into the
othEr cOrneR, WHeRe hE CaREfuLlY UnfOLDed his pocket-hanDkerchief aNd
LAiD it over
 the General had taken the  road agai n.

‘ Itiswe ll,’  sai d Larralde toh imse lf.  ‘They are all goi ng ba ck to
R o nd a, an d Julia wi l l  be  r id  of  t h ei r inf lue nce.  R onda willser ve  as
well asT ol edo so far  as  Vincente is  co ncerne d.   B u t I w ill  wait  to ma k e
sure  that the ya re not losings i gh t of  him.’

So SeñorL ar r alde, cloakedto the  e y eb r o ws,  le ant gracef ul ly ag a inst th e 
w a l l , a n d, like manyanother upo n  th e brid ge  af t er tha t bre at h les s day,
dran k in  the cool  air t h at rose from th e rive r. Pr esen t ly —i nde ed ,  be f or e
t h e s ound ofth edista nt w h e e l s wa s q uite  lost —two horsemen , c loak e d a nd
pr ovide d wi th  such  light  lugg ag e as the saddle  can  accommod ate ,rod eleisu r ely th rou ghthe gat eway an d  up  t h e in cline that makes a  s h o rt  cut
tothe gr e at  r o ad runni ng  so uthw a r d toCiud a dReal.  L arrald e  g av e a
lit tl e nodof  se lf- confi d ence  and s atisfact ion,a s one who, hav i ng
conceiveda nd b ui l t up  agreat schem e, i s  ple ased to  se e  each  comp on e nt part of it act inde pe ndentl y, an d slip into i ts place.T h e Genera l’sf ir s t thought wasfor E stella’s c o mfort, a nd he  utilise d
the lon g hill whi chthe y h adt o  a scend on leav i n g th etown to  ma ke such 
ar ran gem ent sas spacewould al lo wfo rthe ir co m mon ease .
‘Y ou  mu st sl e ep, my  chil d,’he  s a id.   ‘We c a nn o t  hop eto  rea chCi udadReal bef ore mid day to-mo rro w , an dit  is aslikely as not  t hat we sha ll 
ha ve but a  few hou rs’ rest there.’

And E s tella,who  hadtrav elled vas t d istanc eso ver vi le roa ds so  l ong a s
her m em ory  w ent back,w h o h ad ne ve r kn own wha t it is to live in a c ountry
that i s a t pe a c e,  le a nt bac ki n h e r  corner and clo sed her ey es .  Had she
re a lly  b een dis posed t o sle e p, howe ver, shecould sca rc elyh a vedone it,
f or the G eneral’ss olici t ud e man ife sted i ts elf  by a  hundr e d l ittle 
devic es  for h er gr ea ter repo se.  For her comfort he  madeConch a m ove.

‘An  ol d  tr aveller l ikeyou must s hif t f or yo urs e lf,’he s a id  ga i ly.
‘Non eed to se e kshe l t er  for an old o x ,’repli edC oncha,  mov ing into the
othe r  corner, where  hec a ref ull y  unf ol ded his pocket -ha nd k e rchief a nd 
laid it ov er
 the_General had_taken the road again.

‘It_is well,’_said_Larralde to_himself._ ‘They are_all going back_to
Ronda, and Julia will_be rid of_their_influence.  Ronda will serve as
well as Toledo so far as Vincente is concerned.__But I_will_wait_to make
sure that they are_not losing sight of him.’

So_Señor Larralde,_cloaked to the eyebrows, leant gracefully against the
wall,_and,_like many another_upon the bridge after that breathless day,
drank in the_cool air that rose from the_river.  Presently—indeed,_before
the_sound_of the distant wheels_was quite lost—two horsemen, cloaked and
provided_with such light luggage as the_saddle can accommodate, rode
leisurely through the gateway_and up the incline that makes_a short cut
to the great_road running_southward to Ciudad Real. _Larralde gave a
little_nod of_self-confidence and satisfaction,_as one who, having
conceived and built_up a great_scheme, is pleased to see each_component
part_of it act_independently,_and_slip into_its place.

The General’s_first_thought was_for_Estella’s comfort, and he utilised
the long_hill_which they had to ascend on leaving_the town to make_such
arrangements_as space would allow_for their common ease.

‘You must_sleep, my child,’ he said. _‘We cannot_hope to_reach Ciudad
Real before midday to-morrow, and it is as likely as_not that we shall
have but a_few hours’ rest there.’

And_Estella, who_had_travelled vast distances_over_vile roads_so long as
her memory went back, who_had never_known what it is to live_in a country
that is_at_peace, leant back in her corner_and closed her eyes.  Had_she
really been disposed to sleep,_however,_she_could scarcely have done it,
for_the General’s solicitude manifested itself by_a hundred little
devices_for her greater repose.  For her_comfort_he made Concha move.

‘An old traveller_like_you must shift for yourself,’ he_said_gaily.

‘No_need to seek shelter for_an old ox,’ replied Concha, moving_into the
other corner, where he carefully unfolded his pocket-handkerchief_and
laid it over