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Years ago in the Calle de Librerías, in a little corner near the Cuesta de Luján, there stood a silversmith's shop, with an awning stretched over the doorway, a very narrow show-case in which a number of rosaries, rings, medals, and crosses were displayed, and a miserable half-obliterated sign with these words: "Salvador's Shop. " From one end of this sign, symbolically, hung a pair of pasteboard scales.
Salvador, the proprietor of this silversmith's shop, was a wealthy bachelor who had lived with a sister for many years before her death.