The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 338: what you’re looking at

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THE FLIGHT. o2l will find persons there who will not fail to protect your husband.”’ ‘ But if your estates have been confiscated,” said Juliana, bewildered with her thoughts, “ were they not bestowed upon some one else? Or have they not been sold? and will you not find your mansion in the hands of a new possessor? ”’ ‘“ No fear of all that,” cried the count. ‘ So long as I enjoy freedom, I defy the powers or the terrors of the law to pre- vent me from treading at will over my domain in wild, mountainous Catalonia. And as for my mansion, I repeat, you will see none but friendly faces there. Come, Juliana, let us speed onward again. I am in haste to introduce you to your new home.” The countess longed to repeat her question, as to whareiove her husband should have fled from the gendarmes, but there was now so much authority in his manner, he had assumed an air of so much conscious superiority and power, from the first moment that the boundary was crossed, that she felt somewhat overawed, her naturally proud spirit quailed, and she dared not again venture upon peremptory or im- perious interrogatory. They continued their way; the town of Figueras was passed upon the left hand. They plunged deeper and deeper into the wilds of Catalonia, and as the first glimmering of dawn appeared above the eastern hills, they came within sight of a tower the gray summit of which appeared a grove of cork-trees. ‘Behold our home!” exclaimed the Count de Toledo, pointing in the direction of the structure. Juliana’s first impression was that this tower was merely a small portion of a large castellated edifice which would pres- ently develop itself to her view; but she was surprised that if they were now on her husband’s domain there should be no signs of culture, —no cottages, where his dependents dwelt, scattered about, no herds grazing, no flocks pasturing. The entire scenery, as she swept her looks around, was wild and savage, — in some instances, however, sublime and grand, with towering height and roaring waterfall. But still, if this were a sample of the estate, 1t struck her that no matter how vast the domain belonging to her husband, it was a miracle if it produced any revenues at all. “Are we upon the soil that calls you lord?”’ she asked, with a strange and unaccountable timidity. CONNIELDOOKS (C(O)