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Then, my friend, I have no further instructions," said Hillyard. "I agree with you about Ramon. I will go first." He shook hands with Baeza, crossed the road and disappeared into the mouthway of an alley which ran up the hill parallel to the Rambla. The alley led into another side street, and turning to the right, Hillyard slipped out into the throng beneath the trees.
Hillyard followed him. The lights of the Rambla were left behind, the houses became more slatternly and disreputable, the smells of the quarter were of rancid food and bad drains. Before a great door Baeza stopped and clapped his hands. A jingle of keys answered him, and rising from the step of another house the watchman of the street crossed the road.
To visit a cinematograph, to take a cooling temperance drink at the Municipal Kiosque at the top of the Rambla, and to pace up and down the broad walk with unending chatter until daybreak here were the joys of Barcelona folk in the days of summer.
Yet they tell me that the procession of Corpus Christi will be infinitely more splendid and elaborate. I am living here very comfortably. My rooms are pleasant and overlook the charming Rambla. My mornings are generally spent in reading and studying Spanish.
I have often seen Guimera in a cafe on the Rambla in Barcelona, drinking coffee at a table, alone and forlorn, in the midst of a crowd of shop clerks and commercial travellers. "Is that Guimera?" I asked a Catalan journalist. "Yes."
He recalled an infinite number of former unconfessable friendships that he had had in Barcelona, women that he had met in other times, between voyages, without any passion whatever, but through his vagabond curiosity, anxious for novelty. Perhaps some one of these had seen him in the Rambla, sending this intermediary in order to renew the old relations.
The inner harbor, black and solitary, was filled with weak little lights twinkling from the heights of the masts. Ferragut stood undecided whether to go home to eat, or to a restaurant in the Rambla. Then he suspected that some of the fugitives from that dirty cafe were near, intending to follow him.
There was a man just now in the café who looked like it. Probably he is waiting to go outside now to 'shadow' me. He may wait till ! And how did you get out?" "They let me down from a window at the back of the house. I got on to the quay and came here by the long way and through the Rambla."
But I feared that you would not come, upon recognizing my handwriting, or that you would pay no attention to a letter in another hand.... This morning in the Rambla I could no longer contain myself. And so I sent that woman to you and I have passed some cruel hours fearing that you would not come.... At last I see you and your violence makes no difference to me.
It was empty now and black, but at the far end, as at the end of a tunnel, the Rambla blazed and roared and the crowds swung past like a procession. "It is best that we should separate here," said Lopez Baeza, "if you have no further instructions." "Touching the matter of those ships," Hillyard suggested. "Señor Fairbairn has it in hand." "Good.
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