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Benito Pérez Galdós
Marianela
Published by Good Press, 2021
EAN 4057664634771
Table of Contents
CHAPTER III. A DIALOGUE WHICH EXPLAINS MUCH.
CHAPTER V. LABOR AND A LANDSCAPE WITH FIGURES.
CHAPTER VII. MORE ABSURDITIES.
CHAPTER IX. THE BROTHERS GOLFIN.
CHAPTER XI. THE PATRIARCH OF ALDEACORBA.
CHAPTER XIII. BETWEEN TWO BASKETS.
CHAPTER XIV. HOW THE VIRGIN MARY APPEARED TO NELA.
CHAPTER XV. THE THREE CHILDREN.
CHAPTER XVIII. NELA DECIDES THAT SHE MUST GO.
CHAPTER I.
GONE ASTRAY.
The sun had set. After the brief interval of twilight the night fell calm and dark, and in its gloomy bosom the last sounds of a sleepy world died gently away. The traveller went forward on his way, hastening his step as night came on; the path he followed was narrow and worn by the constant tread of men and beasts, and led gently up a hill on whose verdant slopes grew picturesque clumps of wild cherry trees, beeches and oaks.—The reader perceives that we are in the north of Spain.
Our traveller was a man of middle age, strongly built, tall and broad-shouldered; his movements were brisk and resolute, his step firm, his manner somewhat rugged, his eye bold and bright; his pace was nimble, considering that he was decidedly stout, and he was—the reader may at once be told, though somewhat prematurely—as good a soul as you may meet with anywhere. He was dressed, as a man in easy circumstances should be dressed for a journey in spring weather, with one of those round shady hats, which, from their ugly shape, have been nicknamed mushrooms (hongo), a pair of field-glasses hanging to a strap, and a knotted stick which, when he did not use it to support his steps, served to push aside the brambles when they flung their thorny branches across so as to catch his dress.
He presently stopped, and gazing round the dim horizon, he seemed vexed and puzzled. He evidently was not sure of his way and was looking round for some passing native of the district who might give him such topographical information as might enable him to reach his destination.
"I cannot be mistaken," he said to himself. "They told me to cross the river by the stepping-stones—and I did so—then to walk on, straight on. And there, to my right, I do in fact, see that detestable town which I should call Villafangosa by reason of the enormous amount of mud that chokes the streets.—Well then, I can but go 'on, straight on'—I rather like the phrase, and if I bore arms, I would adopt it for my motto—in order to find myself at last at the famous mines of Socartes."
But before he had gone much farther, he added: "I have lost my way, beyond a doubt I have lost my way.—This, Teodoro Golfin, is the result of your 'on, straight on.' Bah! these blockheads do not know the meaning of words; either they meant to laugh at you or else they did not know