The Strange Friend of Tito Gil

If Tito had not already seen so much that was wonderful, during his aerial voyage; if his remembrance of Elena had not so completely absorbed his imagination, and if the desire...

“We have far to go,” said Death to our friend, as soon as they had left the villa. “I will order my chariot.” He tapped the ground with his foot, and a rumbling noise, like that...

It was ten o’clock on the morning of the thirtieth of August, 1724, when Tito, thoroughly instructed by that negative Power, entered the palace of San Ildefonso, and asked audie...

Tito was between love and death, or rather between death and life. Yes, because that dismal shadow which had come between him and the moon, clouding the splendor of passion in E...

Although the Countess of Rionuevo, Tito’s terrible enemy, plays so odious a part in our story, she was not an old and ugly woman, as many will perhaps have imagined. Physical na...

Tito entered the regal abode, neither regretting nor content with having established relations with Death. But as he ascended the stairs of the palace, and remembered that he wa...

“Nothing. I simply allude to a painting I saw when a child. It represented Medicine. Two persons were lying in one bed, or, to speak more clearly, a man and his illness. The phy...

But what astounded him more was the horrible feeling of cold that the hand of that shadow gave him; and even the tone of its voice chilled him like a polar wind, to the very mar...

“Follow me, Duke,” said the youth, with great respect, “it has struck twelve, and I can give you some very important news, I do not know whether good or bad. It is this; I can t...

The remembrances of their infancy, the desires of their hearts, the will of their parents, fortune, birth, the blessing of God, all aided in uniting them; and those two forever...

Tito Gil was a poor boy, tall, thin and sallow, with great black eyes, and a frank, open face; badly dressed and awkward, but possessed of a bright happy disposition.

The month of June, 1724, was drawing to a close. Tito had been a shoemaker two years; but it must not be imagined that he was resigned to his fate. He was obliged to work night...

After so many years of solitude and trouble, after so many hours of mournful dreams, he, the Friend of Death, found himself engulfed in an ocean of life, in a world of light, of...

“Thou wilt know it at the proper time. Pass on. The Captain has already entered the king’s chamber. He brings instructions from the royal parent. At this moment thou art announc...

After leaving the inn, Tito began to observe such a change in himself, and in his whole nature, that had it not been for the support of an arm as strong as that of Death, he wou...

That palace belonged to him. He was now the acknowledged Count, by virtue of the will and other papers of his father, which the Duke of Monteclaro and the Archbishop of Toledo h...