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Updated: May 4, 2025
"Then knock at his door. He must be in." "Come along with me." Manuel knocked and Encarna opened; they went inside. Senor Zurro was in his room, reading a newspaper by the light of a large candle; the place was a regular storehouse, cluttered with old secretaries, dilapidated chests, mantlepieces, clocks and sundry other items.
"Isn't it Tabuenca that lives there, father?" interrupted Encarna. "That's the fellow. That's it. El Tabuenca. You go and see him. And tell him," added Senor Zurro, turning to Roberto, "that I sent you. He's a grouchy old fellow, as testy as they make 'em." Roberto took leave of the second-hand man and his daughter, and in company of Manuel walked out to the gallery of the house.
Wherefore Encarna mortally hated Milagros and the members of her family; every hour of the day she branded them as vulgarians, starvelings, and insulted them with such scoffing sobriquets as Mendrugo, "Beggar's Crumb," which was applied by her to the proof-reader, and "The Madwoman of the Vatican," which meant his daughter.
"And you say that she used to live in Cuco's hostelry?" "Yes, sir." "I know somebody who lives there," murmured the second-hand dealer. "Yes, that's so," said Encarna. "That man with the monkeys. Didn't he live there?" asked Senor Zurro. "No; he lived in la Quinta de Goya," answered his daughter. "Well, then.... Just wait a moment, young man. Wait a moment."
Some mornings as the boy passed Senor Zurro's apartment on the way down to the patio, he would encounter Encarna, who, catching sight of him, would ask maliciously after Milagros, or else sing him a tango which began: Of all the crazy deeds a man commits in his life, The craziest is taking to himself a wife.
Despite the fact that surely no more than a couple of persons entered Senor Zurro's shop throughout the livelong day and spent no more than a couple of reales, the second-hand dealer thrived. He lived with his daughter Encarna, a coarse specimen of some twenty-five years, exceedingly vulgar and the personification of insolence, who went walking with her father on Sundays, bedecked with jewelry.
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