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Six months ago I informed the judge of irregularities committed in a Sisters' Asylum, things I had proof of.... The judge laid my information on the table, and things went on as if nothing had happened." "Spain is in a bad way. It is a pity!" exclaimed Alzugaray. "You people in Madrid, and I don't say this to irritate you, do not understand what goes on in the small towns."
"Then everything is all right. But I haven't much confidence." Caesar left the undersecretary, went out of the Chamber, and returned home in the carriage. Alzugaray was waiting in the entry for him. Caesar called to him from the carriage: "I am going to Paris," he told him, "to spend a few days." "Good." "I must draw out what money I have in the Bank." "Let's go there now."
The following day, very early in the morning, Alzugaray went to a livery-stable which they had directed him to at the hotel, and asked to hire a horse. They brought him a large, old one; he mounted, and crossed the town more slowly than if he had been on foot, and set out for Cidones.
"Damn it, what enthusiasm!" murmured Alzugaray. The employee disappeared. On arriving at the station, Alzugaray looked out the window and saw with astonishment that the platform was full of people. As the car entered the covered area of the station, noisy applause broke out. Caesar opened the door and took off his hat courteously. "Hurrah for Moncada! Hurrah for the Deputy from Castro!
But how old do you think I am?" she asked. "You must be twelve or thirteen." "You are a malicious joker, Senor Moncada, You know that I am almost seventeen." "I don't. How should I know it?" "Because I told your friend Alzugaray...." "All right, but I don't ask my friend what you have told him." "It doesn't interest you? Very good. You are very polite. But your politics do interest me.
"Pshaw!" she exclaimed, smiling and showing her white, strong teeth. "He hasn't the face of a married man." "Yes, he has got the face of a married man. Look at him hard." "Very well; as his wife isn't here, she won't quarrel with me." Alzugaray examined this girl.
"Whatever is not for the advantage of the rich and the clerical element, there is no hope of." "Those gentlemen have a great deal of influence here?" asked Alzugaray. "Uf! Enormous. More every day." "But there don't appear to be many convents." "No, there are not many convents; but there is one that counts for a hundred, and that is the one at Cidones." "Why is that?"
The bookseller and Alzugaray chatted about many other things, and after some while the bookseller said: "Here is Dr. Ortigosa. He is coming in." The door opened and a slim individual appeared, worn and sickly, with a black beard and spectacles. His necktie was crooked, his suit dirty, and he had his hat in his hand.
The next morning Caesar went to the hotel in the Carrera de San Jeronimo where he had a room, and in the afternoon to the Chamber. He telephoned to Alzugaray to come and see him after the exchange closed. Alzugaray arrived, looking pale, in company with Amparito's father, Don Calixto, and the broker. They were all wretched. The news was horrible.
In his heart, nothing." "Good. Go on." "As I was saying, Don Calixto was at home, in a large room on the ground floor, which serves as his office. Don Calixto is a tall, supple man, with the blackest of hair which is beginning to turn white on the temples, and a white moustache. He is at the romantic age of illusions, of hopes...." "How old is he?" asked Alzugaray.
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