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The Velvet Glove

CHAPTER V
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In Navarre and Aragon the train service is not quite up to modern requirements.

There is usually one passenger train in either direction during the day, though between the larger cities this service has of late years been doubled.

It was afternoon, and the hour of the siesta, when Evasio Mon walked through the narrow streets of this ancient city.
Although the sun was hot, and all nature lay gasping beneath it, the streets were unusually busy, and in the shades of the arcades at the corner of the market-place, at the corner of the bridge, and by the bank of the river, where the low wall is rubbed smooth by the trousers of the indolent, men stood in groups and talked in a low voice.

It is not too much to state that the only serene face in the streets was that of Evasio Mon, who went on his way with the absorbed smile which is usually taken in England to indicate the Christian virtues, and is associated as often as not with Dissent.
The men of Lerida--a simpler, more agricultural race than the Navarrese--were disturbed; and, indeed, these were stirring times in Spain.

These men knew what might come at any moment, for they had been born in stirring times and their fathers before them.


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