Chapter 21: The Duchess’s Hand

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌‌‌⁠High on the hill Colonel O’Donnel pointed out the Alcázar of many vicissitudes, long since turned into a military academy, which has made Toledo to Spain what Woolwich is to England. “There your father and I went to school,” said he. “I come every year or two, and wander about with my thoughts.”

With this, he began bowing right and left to young officers who sauntered inside the gateway. Nearly eve