Capitolo 37
perspective to verify if some hole the marks of has been removed
recently, for him he/she correctly judged that a miser would desire, from duration to
time, to exhume his/her treasure for the pleasure to look at him. But
there was not any indication of trouble. The hearth annoyed an uniform
aspect, and it didn't seem to have been inserted with.
"That is not the correct stain", it reflected the visitor. "There is perhaps a
covers in the floor that raises, or, even more probable, the gold is
buried in the wine cellar. I have a great mind to go down there."
Him turned on a candle, and it went down cautiously the rickety staircase. But him
you/he/she had not come really to the fund of the steps, when him taken the sound of
a wagon that digita the enclosure.
"That has to be my uncle", he said. "I would do better to climb, and it didn't do him/it
take down here me."
He climbed the steps, and the room reentered in the moment in which the grower
opened the door and it entered.
On to see an extraneous tall, bearded that he didn't recognize, while being standing
in front of him in his/her his/her own kitchen, with a candle illuminated in his/her hand Paul
Nichols sent forth a to whine acute of alarm, and it exclaimed:
"Thievish! Assassins! Thievish!" in a voice that trembles.
I CAPITULATE IX.
THE GUEST BADLY WELCOMED.
The extraneous one was in rather an awkward embarrassment. However, he betrayed
embarrassment neither alarm. Extinguishing the candle, he advanced
the table and it put down it. This movement brought nearbyer him Paul
Nichols that, with the natural timidity to an old man, it anticipated a
immediate attack.
"Don't kill me! Save my life!" he exclaimed, while advancing again with hurry.
"Do I see you he/she doesn't know me Uncle Paul?" says the intruder, familiarly.
"Is it that he/she calls who me Uncle Paul?" asked to the old man, rather
reassured.
"Benjamin Haley, Your sister's child. Does he/she now know me?"
"You Haley Dentro!" the old man exclaimed, while betraying surprise. "Because, You
it is old enough to be his/her father."
"Memoirs, Uncle Paul, I am eighteen years older than when you saw me