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The first act was finished. Enrique Darles went down to the foyer. His / provincial curiosity drew him thither. He felt an eagerness to absorb / the vast, motley spirit of the city. He wanted to behold many things, to / school himself, strengthen himself with all these new impressions. Above / all he wanted to feel the life-currents of Madrid beating about his / migratory feet.
A few minutes before he had been sitting up there in the "peanut / gallery" of the Teatro Real. And from that vulgar place he had beheld / the theater with its vast ranges of seats and its boxes all drenched / under the blinding dazzle of hundreds of electric lights. The theater / had looked to him like some rare and beautiful garden; or maybe it had / been a kind of gigantic nosegay, where the sparkling diamonds on women's / throats had seemed dew-drops caught on great silk petals, on glossy / velvets, on white, bare shoulders.