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yogi, or whatever the Indian’s called.” Mansilla persisted, Raul declined, the consultation was left for another occasion. When they parted, Raul realized that he was in no mood to go to the office. He took a train home. He now knew that he would never visit the yogi, because he really had no need to visit him. T he conversation had been very tiring—it had ex hausted him more than a whole afternoon walking around Buenos Aires, taking orders on foot—but it had done him good. It had cleared the
Marcelo, I left El Tigre, took a boat a little ways, and reached an island covered with poplar trees and bushes, the same as any other. There, hidden away, was the mouth of a tunnel. We went inside, and even though underground it seemed an eternity, it didn’t take us five minutes to come out again in a garden city, full of parks.” “Punta del Este.” “You said it. I must add that the tunnel is a secret to the whole world, except the doctor, you, and me. Please don’t tell anybody else.” Fascinated
eccentric elegance, and in the province he was the first, not to say the only one, to sport a fancy vest.” Laura asked: “But, was he a coward?” “I’m getting to that. There were those who, led by a justifiable indignation, wanted to put him in his place, but they imme diately discovered with alarm that he was not only tricky and mean, but also brave and perhaps more ready than they were to go to any extrem e.” From this curious specimen of an old-fashioned rancher, they went on to discuss
Also fears. I arrived at an obvious conclusion: if Violeta didn’t give in to me, she wouldn't give in SOUVENIR FROM THE MOUNTAINS 9 to others. Through this lack of fears and hopes I will strive to explain to myself the night of July 15th. We believe ourselves to be the reason for all that happens. On the 15th, at breakfast time, chatting from bed to bed, Vio leta said: “Today we could do an excursion with Don Leopoldo.” “Okay,” I answered. “We could have lunch in the m ountains.” T hroughout
other (which doesn’t keep them from wanting each other, like animals, a few days later). But the truth is that even before the night of July 15th these two did not hang around one another. I decided to have a man-to-man talk with Pierrot; then I reflected that as much as I might have become estranged from Violeta, I shouldn’t speak about her to people I didn’t respect. Now we’re back in Buenos Aires. I never even found out, before coming home, if there really was a grotto factory in the town.