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" said Alicia. "I know the way." She started along, daintily holding up her pearl-hued petticoat and shaking the big plume of her hat with a graceful motion. They went through a damp, ugly yard, then another, and began to climb a high stairway. The silken frou-frou of their skirts and the tinkling of their bangled bracelets broke the stillness. They reached the fourth story, and stopped in front of a door that stood ajar. Alicia tapped with her knuckles. No one answered. She knocked again. A voice, the voice of Enrique, feebly answered from within: "Come!" The girls found themselves in a dark room that stank of blood. Alicia could not repress a coarse exclamation of disgust. "How sickening! Phew!" she cried. "What's this smell?" At the end of the room, the silhouette of the bed was dimly visible. From that bed, Enrique Darles stammered: "There, on the little table--you'll find matches. Light--the lamp." Candelas stood motionless, near the door, afraid of stumbling over something. When Alicia had made a light, the two friends cast a rapid glance about the room. The only furniture was a writing-table, a bureau with a looking-glass on it, and, along the walls, half a dozen rush-bottomed chairs. The student was lying, fully dressed, on the bed. Against the whiteness of the pillow, his crisp and very black hair lay motionless. He opened his eyes, a moment, and then, very slowly, closed them again. Over his beardless face, saddened by the pallor of his lips, wandered the ethereal, luminous whiteness of the last agony. The two girls drew near him. Alicia called: "Enrique! Enrique!" He half-opened his eyes. His dark pupils fixed their gaze on Little Goldie, in a look of gratitude. She repeated: "Enrique! Can you hear me?" "Yes." "They shot you, did they?" "Yes." "You--committed that--robbery in the Calle Mayor?" "Yes." Alicia looked exultingly at Candelas, as if asking her to take full cognizance of this exploit of hers. Her expression showed the same kind of pride that people sometimes manifest when they are exhibiting a work of art. She had just won a great triumph, because men dare such crimes only for women capable of inspiring mad love. Then the girl lowered her head again, to look more carefully at the student's clothing; and as she found it all stained with blood she felt a new attack of nausea. The contrast was too sharp between the hot, sickening air of that long-closed room and
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