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Title: Old court life in Spain
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Elliot, Frances, 1820-1898
Subjects: Spain -- Court and courtiers
Publisher: New York, London : G. P. Putnams's sons
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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doors, a stoolplaced close by, with a white cloth and a plate forcharity, round which gather the blind and thecripples, impelling themselves forward at the riskof their lives, but the cavalcade rushes by tooquickly to stop to relieve them. At last they have reached the Moorish Quinta, alow, flat-roofed building with a tapia border^flanked by towers, from one of which floats theflag of Spain, the front cut by long rows of mira-dores and shutterless casements staring upon themlike imhdded eyes. The drawbridge is down and the sculpturedportal open. Not a creature is about to salute theking, but a posse of fierce dogs, the Penates ofthe place, break out from behind a wall and fly atthe horses heels, who highly resent the attack withmany kicks and plunges, to the imminent danger ofthe riders, while terrified cows rush in from thewoods to increase the confusion, then bolt intospace, pursued by the dogs. All this time not a soul has appeared. Thepage who has accompanied the king advances to
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f? s ENRIQUE EL ENFERMO 213 assist him to dismoiint, as well as his old attendant,Martos, but, before they can reach him, he hassprung lightly from the saddle, and looks around. What! no one to receive me? he says, with alight laugh, but a frown is on his face all the same.Do the Regents hold me for a schoolboy, to bepunished when I go abroad? Such disrespect is not to be endured, returnsGarcia, of a much more impetuous temperamentthan the king, which betrays itself by the impa-tience with which he paces up and down, searchingevery comer, then sounding a horn he wears acrosshis shoulders; but the long-drawn notes bring noresponse save innumerable echoes and a denseflight of birds from the old building, frightenedfrom their nests. It makes my blood boil to see your Grace sotreated, cries Garcia, returning with heightenedcolour to the kings side. How dare the Re-gents Tush! tush! Garcia, I am sure it is accidental. Impossible, my lord! I myself announced yourintention of taking your mid

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