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Internationaler Buchtitel. In englischer Sprache. Verlag: Cambridge Scholars Publishing, 136 Seiten, L=152mm, B=229mm, H=8mm, Gew.=209gr, Kartoniert/Broschiert, Klappentext: Purchase of t… Mehr…

Internationaler Buchtitel. In englischer Sprache. Verlag: Cambridge Scholars Publishing, 136 Seiten, L=152mm, B=229mm, H=8mm, Gew.=209gr, Kartoniert/Broschiert, Klappentext: Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER DON PEDEO'S JOURNEY. T was some time before Don Pedro could return to the quiet of his home and his bereaved young wife. He wrote to her as frequently as couriers could bring letters; and from these she heard of the death of the Kegent Ximenes, and the unwillingness of Charles to make the requisite reform in the administration of the Inquisition. But the people were by no means willing to give up this attempt, and the resolution to send for briefs to effect this reform from the Pontiff himself was again taken up by many. As soon as Don Pedro could leave Valladolid, he hastened with all speed to Seville, to comfort his Constancia for the loss of her babe. He was much alarmed when he saw the change which grief and sorrow had wrought in her during these months of his absence. She had been one of the gayest of Seville's gay beauties when he married her; and she was not less light-hearted when he left her to meet the young prince; but now all this was changed. She hastened to meet him as she saw him approach; but there was no elasticity in her step, and it seemed as though the gay, dancing light in her eyes had fled from them for ever. Her first words revealed the cause of this; for with n burst of anguish she exclaimed, " Oh! Pedro, if this journey had not been taken, our babe would?would be in heaven now." He knew what she meant. He had thought of it all, even in the midst of the bustle and anxiety of public business; but these words of his wife struck upon his heart with a sharper thrill of agony. " My darling Constancia," he murmured tenderly, as he smoothed the raven bands of silky ban- on her forehead; " my dearest, I have come to comfort you for the loss of our child." She shook her head sorrowfully. " You can never do that, Pedro," she said; "ever...<