The Torrent (Entre Naranjos)

"Your friends are waiting for you at the Club. They saw you for a moment only, this morning; they'll be wanting to hear all your stories about life in Madrid."

Hidden in the tall, thick rose-bushes that bounded the _plazoleta_ in front of the Blue House, and under four old dead palms that drooped their branches dry and melancholy under...

And the deputy bent low over his desk in the writing-room of the Congress, went on with his last letter, adding one more envelope to the heap of correspondence piled up at the e...