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HOW PETER MET THE SPANIARD
JOHN CASTELL
PETER GATHERS VIOLETS
LOVERS DEAR
CASTELL'S SECRET
FAREWELL
NEWS FROM SPAIN
D'AGUILAR SPEAKS
THE SNARE
THE CHASE
THE MEETING ON THE SEA
FATHER HENRIQUES
THE ADVENTURE OF THE INN
INEZ AND HER GARDEN
PETER PLAYS A PART
BETTY SHOWS HER TEETH
THE PLOT
THE HOLY HERMANDAD
BETTY PAYS HER DEBTS
ISABELLA OF SPAIN
BETTY STATES HER CASE
THE DOOM OF JOHN CASTELL
FATHER HENRIQUES AND THE BAKER'S OVEN
THE FALCON STOOPS
HOW THE _MARGARET_ WON OUT TO SEA
ENVOI

another lady, much muffled up as though she found the climate cold, and 

riding between them, on a pony, a gallant looking little boy. After 

these came servants, male and female, six or eight of them, and last of 

all a great wain, laden with baggage, drawn by four big Flemish horses. 

 

"Now, whom have we here?" ejaculated Castell, staring at them. 

 

Captain Smith stared too, and sniffed at the wind as he had often done 

upon his deck on a foggy morning. 

 

"I seem to smell Spaniards," he said, "which is a smell I don't like. 

Look at their rigging. Now, Master Castell, of whom does that barque 

with all her sails set remind you?" 

 

Castell shook his head doubtfully. 

 

"I seem to remember," went on Smith, "a great girl decked out like a 

maypole running across white sand in that Place of Bulls at Seville--but 

I forgot, you weren't there, were you?" 

 

Now a loud, ringing voice was heard speaking in Spanish, and commanding 

some one to go to yonder house and inquire where was the gate to the 

Old Hall. Then Castell knew at once. 

 

"It is Betty," he said. "By the beard of Abraham, it is Betty." 

 

"I think so too; but don't talk of Abraham, Master. He is a dangerous 

man, Abraham, in these very Christian lands; say, 'By the Keys of St. 

Peter,' or, 'By St. Paul's infirmities.'" 

 

"Child," broke in Castell, turning to one of the little girls, "run up 

to the Hall and tell your father and mother that Betty has come, and 

brought half Spain with her. Quickly now, and remember the 

name, _Betty!_" 

 

The child departed, wondering, by the back way; while Castell and Smith 

walked towards the strangers. 

 

"Can we assist you, Senora?" asked the former in Spanish. 

 

"Marchioness of Morella, _if_ you please--" she began in the same 

language, then suddenly added in English, "Why, bless my eyes! If it 

isn't my old master, John Castell, with white wool instead of black!" 

 

"It came white after my shaving by a sainted barber in the Holy House," 

said Castell. "But come off that tall horse of yours, Betty, my dear--I 

beg your pardon--most noble and highly born Marchioness of Morella, and 

give me a kiss." 

 

"That I will, twenty, if you like," she answered, arriving in his arms 

so suddenly from on high, that had it not been for the sturdy support of 

Smith behind, they would both of them have rolled upon the ground. 

 

"Whose are those children?" she asked, when she had kissed Castell and 

shaken Smith by the hand. "But no need to ask, they have got my cousin 


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