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Updated: May 2, 2025
According to popular rumour, El Zurro knew what he was about; he had a place at the lower end of the Rastro, a dark, pestilent hovel cluttered with odds and ends, second-hand coats, remnants of old cloth, tapestries, parts of chasubles, and in addition, empty bottles, flasks full of brandy and cognac, seltzer water siphons, shattered clocks, rusty muskets, keys, pistols, buttons, medals and other frippery.
"But ... is this really so?" "Yes, man. Just a moment ago," "Here? In the house?" "On this very spot." Manuel, quaking with fear, ran up the stairs to the gallery. The floor was still stained with the pool of blood. Senor Zurro, the only witness to the drama, was telling the story to a group of neighbours.
I'd give anything to have a try at her." Roberto In Quest of a Woman El Tabuenca and his Inventions Don Alonso or the Snake-Man. A few months later Roberto appeared in the Corrala at the hour when Manuel and the shoe-shop employes were returning from their day's work. "Do you know Senor Zurro?" Roberto asked Manuel. "Yes. He lives here on this side." "I know that. I'd like to have a talk with him.
El Zurro went about forever concealed behind a pair of blue spectacles, wearing a fur cap and ample cassock.
They could not get along, for Milagros was a bit haughty and a climber, considering herself a social superior fallen upon evil days, while Leandro, on the other hand, was abrupt and irascible. The cobbler's other neighbour, Senor Zurro, a quaint, picturesque type, had nothing to do with Senor Ignacio and felt for the proof-reader a most cordial hatred.
"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.
It was close enough to stifle a person; it was impossible to breathe or to take a step without stumbling against something. "Are you Senor Zurro?" asked Roberto. "Yes." "I have come at the suggestion of Don Telmo." "Don Telmo!" repeated the old man, rising and offering the student a chair. "Have a seat. How is the good gentleman?" "Very well." "He's an excellent friend of mine," continued Zurro.
"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.
"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."
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