The stranger looked at him as if strongly disposed to chastise his impertinence. He himself had deadened the sound by closing the door. I saw the metal box a hundred times, but I never thought of opening it until the day I fled. A siphon and a whisky bottle stood before him. His was the Latin turn of thinking; he had fallen in love at thirteen, and he was still capable—he prided himself—of falling in love. The proa bore away to the northwest out of which it had come.
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