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The two men strolled through the Calle del Barquillo into the Calle de Alcalá.
"They're not going to catch me again," thought Manuel. But at once it occurred to him that the texture of the law was so stout and close-woven that it was exceedingly difficult not to be enmeshed in it, no matter how careful a fellow might be.