Clarence King 



Through these we looked out upon 

 the open plain, for the apartments 

 into which the doorways had once led 

 were ruined and gone. 



Over the eastern door was traced 

 the half-faded word "Comedor" and 

 over the other " Barberia." Still 

 above this latter sign there projected 

 from the solid masonry an orna- 

 mental arm of wrought iron, from 

 which hung a barber's basin of bat- 

 tered and time-stained brass, the 

 morning light just touching its disc 

 of green. 



Salazar knocked a little louder, 

 when a cheery, welcoming woman's 

 voice called out, " Pasen, senores ! " 

 We held aside the woolen curtain, 

 crossed the inclosure, and entered a 

 little door directly opposite the old 

 barberia, scenting as we entered a 

 rich, vigorous odor of onion and 

 garlic. 



There are nerves so degenerate, 

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