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The Spanish Cavalier

Chapter 7 DRIVEN TO THE SLAUGHTER.

Word Count: 1332    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

g on Sundays as far as he could into the country, and there, under the shade of some cork-tree, or clump of stone-pines, reading his Spanish Testament, and, in perfect solitude, lifting up his he

iages would be bearing their smiling occupants to gaze on scenes at which the bravest Briton might shudder. Already little streams of people were flowing forth from winding street and narrow lane, clad in holiday attire, eager to secure good places. Many a ragged beggar, many a barefooted urchin, who could not hope to be admi

was the Englishman to turn his back upon the city, and pursue his walk along the wild Dehesa, as that tract of broken country is called which intervenes between the towns of Seville and Xeres. The mind of Lucius on this Sabbath-day was not attuned to enjoy the beauties of nature. He noticed not the glades carpeted w

on the cast of the dice! He might have learned that a nobler object is offered for the aspirations of the soul than the plaudits of a Seville mob, or even the favour of a woman! I hav

either side. Advancing along this road were now seen two Spaniards on horse-back, armed with long spears. Behind them came a troop of Andalusian bulls, driven by men on foot, who were clad in sheep-skin, and armed with slings. Warned as he had been to get out of the way, Lucius took a few steps up the right bank of the cutting, less to place himself beyond reach of possible danger, than to obtain a better view of th

ad given way on the road. Lucius descended from his higher position, and joined the herdsman, who had seated himself on a small projecting knoll, to effect h

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the circus?" inquired the

his evening," observed the peasant. "The poor brutes would not g

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s my own brother, for instance, he who lives in our village under the sierra yonder. Poor Carlos was dancing the fandango one day at a bridal, the merriest of the company there; on his way home he but slipped hi

n to him of introducing into an abode of suffering the comfo

f our folk know no more of letters than one of the beasts that they drive." The man rose f

ocket the Spanish Testament, and offering it to the hind with an effort to overcome the

made so extraordinary a present. The peasant then opened and glanced at the contents

volume, and then flinging it back at the face of the giver. The fanatic would probably have added insults and imprecations, had not the ne

ful-picked up first the Testament, and then the scattered leaves,-all

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ve, that there was an English chaplain; but we m

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