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After breakfast I bade a reluctant goodbye to my kind entertainers, took a last longing, lingering look at lovely Margarita, and mounted my horse. Scarcely was I in the saddle before Marcos Marcó, who was also about to resume his journey on the fresh horse he had borrowed, remarked:
"You are travelling to Montevideo, good friend; I am also going in that direction, and will take you the shortest way."