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the life-giving breeze of the street. "Shall I open the window?" asked she. "No, no," murmured Enrique. "I'm very weak. The cold would kill me." Alicia, seated on the bed--that poor bed one night perfumed with violets by her body--silently looked at him. A broad-brimmed crimson hat, decked with a splendid white plume, shaded her pale face. Her green eyes shone wickedly in the livid, bluish circles under them. The free-and-easy grace of her manner, the childish shortness of her waist, the robust fullness of her hips and breast, and the uneasiness with which her impatient, dancing little feet tapped the floor as if they wanted to run away, strongly contrasted with the ugliness of the room--the bare, half-furnished room heavy with the odors of death. Candelas seemed truly moved. But Alicia felt as if she were choking. The terrible nausea kept gaining on her. Now and then she raised her lace handkerchief to her pleasure-loving nose--her nose which all the afternoon had breathed the free, fresh air of the race-track. Her growing disgust overcame her distress. She could not weep. And after all, why should she? Just so she could get away from there quickly, little cared she whether Enrique lived a few hours more or less. In her abysmal ingratitude, Alicia Pardo wondered that women could love a man so much as to kiss his dead lips. Suddenly, anxious to have it all over, she asked: "But--how did they wound you?" Enrique opened his eyes again, and then his lips. "I'll tell you," said he. Despite the terrible bleeding he had suffered, some little strength still remained in him. This last, dying strength enabled him to speak. "I stole for you, Alicia," he gasped, "because you told me, that evening you sent me away, I could see you again when I should bring you the necklace you wanted." Alicia exclaimed: "I don't remember that!" "Well, I do! You told me so. I remember it all." The young woman shrugged her shoulders. Her impure eyes, of absinthe hue, were moistened by no tear. Candelas, on the other hand, was showing herself more human, far more a woman. Her eyes were drowned with grief. Enrique continued speaking. His manner was grave. Quite suddenly the youth had become a man. "I decided to win you back," said he, "to offer you the thing you wanted so much. Last night, when I went into that shop, I wasn't perfectly sure what I was going to do. Still, I went up to the counter, and told them I wanted
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