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Her emotions seemed almost to transpire through the white skin of her back and shoulders. Enrique Darlés once more began to tremble. His ideas grew fantastic. When he had seen the young woman's eyes, they had appeared two emeralds; and now the emeralds twinkling beneath the blaze of her hair seemed to be looking at him like two pupils. But this absurdity soon faded from his mind.
A strange sadness hovered over the building; the damp, old building which once on a time had been a convent and now had become a school the building where the vast tedium of a science unable to free life from pain was added to the profound melancholy of a religion which thinks only of death. When Pascual Cañamares left his classroom, he asked Darlés to go and dine with him. Enrique accepted.
The student heaved a sigh, and his eyes filled with tears. He was a fool, a shrinking coward, a poltroon. A man who has ruined himself for a woman, or who, to keep her as his own, has committed murder and been sent to prison, may justly complain of her. But he, quite on the contrary Suddenly Darlés shuddered so violently that the electric shock of his nerves made him utter a cry.
I never saw anything so wonderful! I tell you the man who gives me that, can have me." "How much is it?" "Fifteen thousand pesetas." Then she fixed an inscrutable look on Darlés, and added: "I think this gentleman here is going to get it for me. Aren't you, Enrique?" Candelas was about to laugh, but checked herself.
You would have thought his merchant soul had scented danger. Darlés gave him a glance. It was not yet too late. He still was honest. There was still time for repentance. The clerk set out a number of trays, and from these took various necklaces. His way of handling them, of caressing them with careful fingers, of spreading them out on the cloth, all showed his love of jewels.
Very near, looming up against the black immensity of the sky, appeared the huge mole of El Viaducto that splendid, sinister height, that bridge spanning the city, whence so many a poor soul had bowed itself down to death in the leap of suicide. Enrique Darlés began to think again: "Yes, I'm really wounded." His ideas became more coherent.
The third act was going to begin. Alicia and Don Manuel got up. "Going to stay?" the deputy asked Darlés. "No, thanks." "Why not?" "Because well, I've got to go to bed early. To-morrow I'm going to get up early." He felt so sure that Alicia might be able to love him, and so overpowered by the happy embarrassment of this thought, that he wanted to be alone, to enjoy it more fully.
Darlés went peacefully along, his calm movements in harmony with the perfect equanimity that had taken possession of him. When he reached the Ministerio de la Gobernación, he stopped a while to watch the street-cars, the carriages, the crowds circulating about him. Then the idea that, before long, these people would catch him, rose in his mind once more.
She spoke in a low tone, and at the same time kept pushing Darlés toward the door. He murmured: "Are you sending me away forever?" "No." "Yes, you are, too! You're trying to get rid of me!" "No, no; but for heaven's sake, get out!" "Yes, you are; you're throwing me out getting rid of me because I'm poor, because I don't know how to win you!
At the end of the room, the silhouette of the bed was dimly visible. From that bed, Enrique Darlés stammered: "There, on the little table you'll find matches. Light the lamp." Candelas stood motionless, near the door, afraid of stumbling over something. When Alicia had made a light, the two friends cast a rapid glance about the room.
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