‘Yes, sir, here we are. Those are the calcining furnaces, which burn night and day. Here are facing washing machines, but not working day on the right is the shop repairs and down there, to the ends of all the offices.

Indeed, the place appeared to the eyes as described Golfín MariaJoanna. Smoke spreading from lack of air, such as gauze wrapped in a dark and dirty all the buildings, whose black masses and fantastically confusing señalábanse the moonlit sky.

-Most beautiful is this to him once that to live here, said Golfín quickening his pace. The cloud of smoke envelops everything, and the lights dim form a disk, like the moon at night embarrassment. Where are the offices?

-Beyond: as soon as we arrived.

After passing in front of the furnaces, whose heat obligole to step out, the doctor saw a building so black and smoke like everyone else. See and feel the pleasant sounds of a piano keyboard with musical frenzy was all one.

-Music have. I know my sister’s hands.

‘It’s Miss Sophia, who plays’ said Mary.

Clarity looked cheerful rooms in the hollows, and the balcony was open. One could see a small ember in it: it was the fire of a cigar. Before the doctor arrived, ember that fell, describing a perpendicular and divide into small hoppers and sparks, was that he had thrown the cigarette smoker.

-There is the eternal smoker cried the doctor with more vivid accent fondly. Carlos, Carlos!

– Theodore! ‘Said a voice in the balcony.

He stopped the piano, singing like a bird who is afraid of noise. Steps sounded in the house. The doctor gave a silver coin to your guide and ran to the door.