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their　way　bravely　through　a　labyrinth　of　narrow　and　gloomy　little

streets　in　quest　of　their　personal　objects；　one　seeking　for　painted

madonnas；　the　other　for　madonnas　of　flesh　and　blood。



In　what　part　of　Tarragona　it　happened　I　cannot　say；　but　Diard

presently　recognized　by　its　architecture　the　portal　of　a　convent；　the

gate　of　which　was　already　battered　in。　Springing　into　the　cloister　to

put　a　stop　to　the　fury　of　the　soldiers；　he　arrived　just　in　time　to

prevent　two　Parisians　from　shooting　a　Virgin　by　Albano。　In　spite　of

the　moustache　with　which　in　their　military　fanaticism　they　had

decorated　her　face；　he　bought　the　picture。　Montefiore；　left　alone

during　this　episode；　noticed；　nearly　opposite　the　convent；　the　house

and　shop　of　a　draper；　from　which　a　shot　was　fired　at　him　at　the　moment

when　his　eyes　caught　a　flaming　glance　from　those　of　an　inquisitive

young　girl；　whose　head　was　advanced　under　the　shelter　of　a　blind。

Tarragona　taken　by　assault；　Tarragona　furious；　firing　from　every

window；　Tarragona　violated；　with　dishevelled　hair；　and　half…naked；　was

indeed　an　object　of　curiosity；the　curiosity　of　a　daring　Spanish

woman。　It　was　a　magnified　bull…fight。



Montefiore　forgot　the　pillage；　and　heard；　for　the　moment；　neither　the

cries；　nor　the　musketry；　nor　the　growling　of　the　artillery。　The

profile　of　that　Spanish　girl　was　the　most　divinely　delicious　thing

which　he；　an　Italian　libertine；　weary　of　Italian　beauty；　and　dreaming

of　an　impossible　woman　because　he　was　tired　of　all　women；　had　ever

seen。　He　could　still　quiver；　he；　who　had　wasted　his　fortune　on　a

thousand　follies；　the　thousand　passions　of　a　young　and　blase　manthe

most　abominable　monster　that　society　generates。　An　idea　came　into　his

head；　suggested　perhaps　by　the　shot　of　the　draper…patriot；　namely；to

set　fire　to　the　house。　But　he　was　now　alone；　and　without　any　means　of

action；　the　fighting　was　centred　in　the　market…place；　where　a　few

obstinate　beings　were　still　defending　the　town。　A　better　idea　then

occurred　to　him。　Diard　came　out　of　the　convent；　but　Montefiore　said

not　a　word　of　his　discovery；　on　the　contrary；　he　accompanied　him　on　a

series　of　rambles　about　the　streets。　But　the　next　day；　the　Italian　had

obtained　his　military　billet　in　the　house　of　the　draper；an

appropriate　lodging　for　an　equipment　captain！



The　house　of　the　worthy　Spaniard　consisted；　on　the　ground…floor；　of　a

vast　and　gloomy　shop；　externally　fortified　with　stout　iron　bars；　such

as　we　see　in　the　old　storehouses　of　the　rue　des　Lombards。　This　shop

communicated　with　a　parlor　lighted　from　an　interior　courtyard；　a　large

room　breathing　the　very　spirit　of　the　middle…ages；　with　smoky　old

pictures；　old　tapestries；　antique　〃brazero；〃　a　plumed　hat　hanging　to　a

nail；　the　musket　of　the　guerrillas；　and　the　cloak　of　Bartholo。　The

kitchen　adjoined　this　unique　living…room；　where　the　inmates　took　their

meals　and　warmed　themselves　over　the　dull　glow　of　the　brazier；　smoking

cigars　and　discoursing　bitterly　to　animate　all　hearts　with　hatred

against　the　French。　Silver　pitchers　and　precious　dishes　of　plate　and

porcelain　adorned　a　buttery　shelf　of　the　old　fashion。　But　the　light；

sparsely　admitted；　allowed　these　dazzling　objects　to　show　but

slightly；　all　things；　as　in　pictures　of　the　Dutch　school；　looked

brown；　even　the　faces。　Between　the　shop　and　this　living…room；　so　fine

in　color　and　in　its　tone　of　patriarchal　life；　was　a　dark　staircase

leading　to　a　ware…room　where　the　light；　carefully　distributed；

permitted　the　examination　of　goods。　Above　this　were　the　apartments　of

the　merchant　and　his　wife。　Rooms　for　an　apprentice　and　a　servant…woman

were　in　a　garret　under　the　roof；　which　projected　over　the　street　and

was　supported　by　buttresses；　giving　a　somewhat　fantastic　appearance　to

the　exterior　of　the　building。　These　chambers　were　now　taken　by　the

merchant　and　his　wife　who　gave　up　their　own　rooms　to　the　officer　who

was　billeted　upon　them；probably　because　they　wished　to　avoid　all

quarrelling。



Montefiore　gave　himself　out　as　a　former　Spanish　subject；　persecuted　by

Napoleon；　whom　he　was　serving　against　his　will；　and　these　semi…lies

had　the　success　he　expected。　He　was　invited　to　share　the　meals　of　the

family；　and　was　treated　with　the　respect　due　to　his　name；　his　birth；

and　his　title。　He　had　his　reasons　for　capturing　the　good…will　of　the

merchant　and　his　wife；　he　scented　his　madonna　as　the　ogre　scented　the

youthful　flesh　of　Tom　Thumb　and　his　brothers。　But　in　spite　of　the

confidence　he　managed　to　inspire　in　the　worthy　pair　the　latter

maintained　the　most　profound　silence　as　to　the　said　madonna；　and　not

only　did　the　captain　see　no　trace　of　the　young　girl　during　the　first

day　he　spent　under　the　roof　of　the　honest　Spaniard；　but　he　heard　no

sound　and　came　upon　no　indication　which　revealed　her　presence　in　that

ancient　building。　Supposing　that　she　was　the　only　daughter　of　the　old

couple；　Montefiore　concluded　they　had　consigned　her　to　the　garret；

where；　for　the　time　being；　they　made　their　home。



But　no　revelation　came　to　betray　the　hiding…place　of　that　precious

treasure。　The　marquis　glued　his　face　to　the　lozenge…shaped　leaded

panes　which　looked　upon　the　black…walled　enclosure　of　the　inner

courtyard；　but　in　vain；　he　saw　no　gleam　of　light　except　from　the

windows　of　the　old　couple；　whom　he　could　see　and　hear　as　they　went　and

came　and　talked　and　coughed。　Of　the　young　girl；　not　a　shadow！



Montefiore　was　far　too　wary　to　risk　the　future　of　his　passion　by

exploring　the　house　nocturnally；　or　by　tapping　softly　on　the　doors。

Discovery　by　that　hot　patriot；　the　mercer；　suspicious　as　a　Spaniard

must　be；　meant　ruin　infallibly。　The　captain　therefore　resolved　to　wait

patiently；　resting　his　faith　on　time　and　the　imperfection　of　men；

which　always　resultseven　with　scoundrels；　and　how　much　more　with

honest　men！in　the　neglect　of　precautions。



The　next　day　he　discovered　a　hammock　in　the　kitchen；　showing　plainly

where　the　servant…woman　slept。　As　for　the　apprentice；　his　bed　was

evidently　made　on　the　shop　counter。　During　supper　on　the　second　day

Montefiore　succeeded；　by　cursing　Napoleon；　in　smoothing　the　anxious

forehead　of　the　merchant；　a　grave；　black…visaged　Spaniard；　much　like

the　faces　formerly　carved　on　the　handles　of　Moorish　lutes；　even　the

wife　let　a　gay　smile　of　hatred　appear　in　the　folds　of　her　elderly

face。　The　lamp　and　the　reflections　of　the　brazier　illumined

fantastically　the　shadows　of　the　noble　room。　The　mistress　of　the　house

offered　a　〃cigarrito〃　to　their　semi…compatriot。　At　this　moment　the

rustle　of　a　dress　and　the　fall　of　a　chair　behind　the　tapestry　were

plainly　heard。



〃Ah！〃　cried　the　wife；　turning　pale；　〃may　the　saints　assist　us！　God

grant　no　harm　has　happened！〃



〃You　have　some　one　in　the　next　room；　have　you　not？〃　said　Montefiore；

giving　no　sign　of　emotion。



The　draper　dropped　a　word　of　imprecation　against　the　girls。　Evidently

alarmed；　the　wife　opened　a　secret　door；　and　led　in；　half　fainting；　the

Italian's　madonna；　to　whom　he　was　careful　to　pay　no　attention；　only；

to　avoid　a　too…studied　indifference；　he　glanced　at　the　girl　before　he

turned　to　his　host　and　said　in　his　own　language：



〃Is　that　your　daughter；　signore？〃



Perez　de　Lagounia　（such　was　the　merchant's　name）　had　large　commercial

relations　with　Genoa；　Florence；　and　Livorno；　he　knew　Italian；　and

replied　in　the　same　language：



〃No；　if　she　were　my　daughter　I　should　take　less　precautions。　The　child

is　confided　to　our　care；　and　I　would　rather　die　than　see　any　evil

happen　to　her。　But　how　is　it　possible　to　put　sense　into　a　girl　of

eighteen？〃



〃She　is　very　handsome；〃　said　Montefiore；　coldly；　not　looking　at　her

face　again。



〃Her　mother's　beauty　is　celebrated；〃　replied　the　merchant；　briefly。



They　continued　to　smoke；　watching　each　other。　Though　Montefiore

compelled　himself　not　to　give　the　slightest　look　which　might

contradict　his　apparent　coldness；　he　could　not　refrain；　at　a　moment

when　Perez　turned　his　head　to　expectorate；　from　casting　a　rapid　glance

at　the　young　girl；　whose　sparkling　eyes　met　his。　Then；　with　that

science　of　vision　which　gives　to　a　libertine；　as　it　does　to　a

sculptor；　the　fatal　power　of　disrobing；　if　we　may　so　express　it；　a

woman；　and　divining　her　shape　by　inductions　both　rapid　and　sagacious；

he　beheld　one　of　those　masterpieces　of　Nature　whose　creation　appears

to　demand　as　its　right　all　the　happiness　of　love。　Here　was　a　fair

young　face；　on　which　the　sun　of　Spain　had　cast　faint　tones　of　bistre

which　added　to　its　expression　of　seraphic　calmness　a　passionate　pride；

like　a　flash　of　light　infused　beneath　that　diaphanous　complexion；

due；　perhaps；　to　the　Moorish　blood　which　vivified　and　colored　it。　Her

hair；　raised　to　the　top　of　her　head；　fell　thence　with　black

reflections　round　the　delicate　transparent　ears　and　defined　the

outlines　of　a　blue…veined　throat。　These　luxuriant　locks　brought　into

strong　relief　the　dazzling　eyes　and　the　scarlet　lips　of　a　well…arched

mouth。　The　bodice　of　the　country　set　off　the　lines　of　a　figure　that

swayed　as　easily　as　a　branch　of　willow。　She　was　not　the　Virgin　of

Italy；　but　the　Virgin　of　Spain；　of　Murillo；　the　only　artist　daring

enough　to　have　painted　the　Mother　of　God　intoxicated　with　the　joy　of

conceiving　the　Christ；the　glowing　imagination　of　the　boldest　and

also　the　warmest　of　painters。



In　this　young　girl　three　things　were　united；　a　single　one　of　which

would　have　sufficed　for　the　glory　of　a　woman：　the　purity　of　the　pearl

in　the　depths　of　ocean；　the　sublime　exaltation　of　the　Spanish　Saint

Teresa；　and　a　passion　of　love　which　was　ignorant　of　itself。　The

presence　of　such　a　woman　has　the　virtue　of　a　talisman。　Montefiore　no

longer　felt　worn　and　jaded。　That　young　girl　brought　back　his　youthful

freshness。



But；　though　the　apparition　was　delightful；　it　did　not　last。　The　girl

was　taken　back　to　the　secret　chamber；　where　the　servant…woman　carried

to　her　openly　both　light　and　food。



〃You　do　right