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Updated: May 22, 2025
He thought of Alicia, of his little room in the Calle de la Ballesta. He felt of his pockets. His fingers closed on the necklace "Her necklace!" The student smiled. Unspeakable joy soothed his troubled heart. He sighed, and wiped away a few tears. Alicia was his! The book of his life was written, was at an end. Candelas and Alicia were coming back in a landau from the race-track.
At seven-thirty o'clock, he was again lost sight of in a heavy overfall, the current setting to the eastward at a place commonly known as La Ballesta. He was sighted after the lapse of about twenty minutes. The increasing darkness and bad state of the weather necessitated harder work on the part of those on board the boat in order to keep near him.
Alicia looked at her watch. It was just six. Without upsetting the program for the evening, she could still afford the luxury of a little condescension. She ordered the coachman: "Number X, Calle Ballesta. Hurry!" For a moment the two young women remained silent. Suddenly Candelas exclaimed: "Have you seen what the papers have been saying about the robbery in Calle Mayor, last night?" "No.
And again the conversation was broken off by Don Manuel's expectant glancing about for the friend he was to meet. The deputy asked, after a minute or two: "You're living in a boarding-house, aren't you?" "No, sir." "Where, then?" "In Calle Ballesta. I've rented a little inside room, on the fourth floor. It costs me thirteen pesetas a month, and I eat at a little tavern on the same street."
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