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Such was the custom of going to sit took, every afternoon at the same time, on a bench that had a door I do not know what house, opposite the ancient palace of the Venegas, where he continued to inhabit the usurer Don Elias . There he was alone and still, from the two, who had just eaten, until
was done at night, staring at the large balconies of the building or in the coat of arms that decorated the door, but were partly to divert his attention to curious passers-by that lonely district for the sole purpose of seeing to significant as sentinel, nor dared to look over there boys his age, and punished for their iron fists, nor have sufficed the entreaties of Don Trinidad Muley prudent to make him desist from this dangerous hobby.
The famous balcony of the mansion were always closed with wood and all but one, who had white curtains on the windows. It was the room that was his father’s study! But the curtains shook not ever, nor was there anything through them.
Nor living soul went in or out at this hour because of the huge gate, also closed, as if one did not live there, or as if he had not behind a portal to another door, this door and its corresponding latch.

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