Leon Roch: A Romance, vol. 2 (of 2)

Leon lay there a long time, unconscious of the flight of time. His scattered faculties slowly recovered their power of calmly contemplating the situation, though he found no pea...

María fixed her eyes on Paoletti’s face with a softened gaze. The circumstances were so solemn that even the good little priest, accustomed as he was to melancholy and emotional...

María had not gone more than half a mile when a terrible reflection occurred to her--a thought at once so serious and so obvious that she was on the point of turning back. It st...

“Yes, to pray; but also to sympathise. I did not see you in church. Padre Paoletti told me that you had come and gone early; and I quite understood it. I long to talk to you and...

The little one shut her eyes, murmured a few words and gave herself up to sleep, without a fear or a care, on the very brink of the gulf that yawned at her deluded mother’s feet.

As evening drew on Leon went into the room where his wife had died. There were a variety of objects left there which he wished to collect and remove. The house was deserted; he...

Very early on the Wednesday morning Leon went out to take a walk in the garden. When he went in again, he sat down alone in the “Hall of Hymen,” where he was presently joined by...

María awoke to find herself in a large, bare room. Her husband stood in front of her, alive and tangible. She did not recognize the place, but she felt that she was in safe hands.

The next evening, at the hour fixed by Don Pedro, Leon made his way to Pepa’s sitting-room. She was there with her father and a third person. Monina, who had been dancing and sk...

He called together the servants and a few faithful friends, and having made all the necessary arrangements he withdrew to the end of the house nearest to his own room. He felt h...

The crisis through which the house of Telleria was passing remained unsolved. In fact the catastrophe was so complete that to try to stem it seemed madness; nothing could be don...

Acting on a generous impulse, and being desirous of fulfilling the promise he had made to his wife, Leon Roch set out for Madrid and went to the church of St. Prudencio in searc...

The marquesa begged her daughter to go to bed, and María gladly obeyed, for she was very weary. She slowly divested herself of the handsome garments which had so unexpectedly re...

As soon as Fúcar heard the solemn tread of Padre Paoletti’s leaden foot on the floors of his house, he hastened to pay him the usual compliments, putting his house, his table, a...

The historian does not feel it a serious lapse of duty not to have mentioned already that the Tellerias flew to Suertebella as soon as they heard of María’s serious illness. It...

When María saw Padre Paoletti enter her room she gave a cry of joy. She looked at him with affection and then turned her eyes on Leon, expressing her gratitude for this concessi...

The ceremony took place at dusk with great pomp and unction. The palatial house of Suertebella was admirably suited to the ostentatious display of a splendid ceremonial, the tri...

The improvement in the poor saint and martyr’s condition continued all day; but in the evening she was worse again. María had a headache and became dull and melancholy. Paoletti...

María de Roch was very early at church next morning. For some time past she had accustomed herself to rise early and perform her religious duties so as to return home by nine o’...

In the course of that afternoon Don Pedro Fúcar had invited Doña Pilar de San Salomó--whom we have seen looking on at the interesting spectacle of her friend swallowing an ice i...

“We had a little discussion,” said the young man, who had not yet recovered from his pallor and nervousness, nor got rid of the lines in his forehead--that sacred tablet on whic...

Leon was awake and fighting his mental battle till daybreak; then he felt very weary, and locking himself into his room, he slept for some hours with that deep sleep which is ap...

Leon Roch sat alone, but not at peace, by the bed where his wife lay sleeping. Watching her face, to note in its varying expression anything that might be a symptom of danger or...

The penitential mass had been celebrated, and Paoletti had gone into the room where his saintly daughter lay dying in alternate torments of fever and doubt, when Leon, hurrying...

The news of María’s improvement flew from room to room, and down to the stable where Polito was lounging about; to the hot-houses where Telleria and Onésimo were inspecting the...