Penny Dreadfuls, 1901 · page 109 of 272
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VAN, 99 all. I want you to meet my Ninada, of whom Bob has probably told you, first of all.” From the great square they passed through one of four archways leading into wide, well paved streets. As in a Spanish or Mexican city, there was a notice- able absence of noise or bustle. An occasional llama -—-the only beast of burden to be met in the city, lightly dressed porters carrying bales or wicker panniers of food or merchandise on their shoulders, fruit and flower venders, and passing pedestrians, moved leisurely along, but there were no signs of hurry, much less of confusion. The buildings were universally constructed of stone or sun-dried brick, sometimes painted in yellow or dark red, with flat tiled roofs. Here and there were more pretentious structures, one of which was a Temple of the Sun, from which nearly four hundred years before an invading band of Spaniards had carried away golden trappings and ornaments amounting to almost a million pesos. As they went along, Mr. Briscoe explained that a large part of the city remained precisely as it had been built unnumbered centuries before, so thorough and serfect had been the work of the unknown builders. Xalaqua, the governor of the province, several of the council, and other officers, who had become greatly interested in Mr. Briscoe’s account of European arts and customs, had set artisans to work remodeling to some extent the houses built by their ancestors. Mr. Briscoe, who was the chief magistrate of the city, had himself done the same. All this, with much more of detail which I cannot EoOmicdoo cS (E(@)