In Kedar's Tents by Henry Seton Merriman
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drag in an Oriental way that Europeans rarely understand.
'And yet you say you remember your father's death?' 'He made a joke to the doctor, senorita, and was not afraid.' Estella smiled in a queer way, and then looked grave again. 'And you have always been poor, you say, sometimes almost starving?' 'Yes--always poor, deadly poor, senorita,' answered Conyngham with a gay laugh; 'and since I have been on my own resources frequently-- well, very hungry. The appetite has been large and the resources have been small. But when I get into the Spanish army they will no doubt make me a general, and all will be well.' He laughed again, and slipped his hand into his jacket pocket. 'See here,' he said, 'your father's recommendation to General Espartero in a confidential letter.' But the envelope he produced was that pink one which the man called Larralde had given him at Algeciras. 'No--it is not that,' he said, searching in another pocket. 'Ah! here it is--addressed to General Espartero, Duke of Vittoria.' He showed her the superscription, which she read with a little inclination of the head, as if in salutation of the great name written there. The greatest names are those that men have made for |
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