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 latory thought of my distress being only fictitious, I resolved to go to Alcantara, in hopes of being avenged of Don Antonio, to whose perfidy I began to attribute the usage I had met with on the part of his scoundrel domestics. CHAP. XI.

in three days at Alcantara, where the door of my father's house was opened to me by my trusty servant Alfonso, who on my sudden disappearance from the villa, had gone thither to wait for my return. He stared at me for some minutes, then recognizing me clapped his hands, exclaiming:—"Good Heavens! What a trim do I meet you in, my Lord! Has any thing happened to you?" I shook the honest fellow by the hind, and told him not to be uneasy on my account, as I would tell him every thing at a convenient time. He now informed me, that my father had been dead for some months, and grieved very much at