At the end of fifteen days was the house of the Countess.

Not-told him a set of stables.

The next day he returned, already restless. The stops were open green, and Amaro went slowly, stepping, very narrow, the broad red carpet fixed with metal rods. High skylight cahia a soft light, the top of the ladder on the porch, sitting numa scarlet morocco stool, leaning against a white wall created varnished, with drooping head and lip cahido, slept. It was a great heat, high aquellas landed aristocratic silence Amaro was a moment with your little finger guardasol pending, hesitating; coughed softly, to awaken the servant who seem terribly with his fine black whiskers, its rich fetter d ‘ gold, and went down when he heard a d’detraz by hanging a coarse laugh of a man. He shook the dust with his handkerchief white shoes, pulled on the handles, and went very red numa large room with damask upholstery Amarello, a great light came from open balconies, and there were clumps of garden. In the middle of the room three men stood talking. Amaro said himself, he stammered:

I do not know if annoyances …

A tall man with gray mustache and glasses of gold turned surprehendido with the cigar in the corner [48] of the mouth and hands in his pockets. It was the count.