Goodbye at the end of the year in Madrid: power cuts without predetermined time
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Madrid, December 31 2019
In the city of Madrid, the name of whichI have no desire to call to mind, there lived not long since one of those gentlemen that keep alance in the lance-rack, an old buckler, a lean
hack, and a greyhound for coursing. An olla ofrather more beef than mutton, a salad on most
nights, scraps on Saturdays, lentils on Fridays,and a pigeon or so extra on Sundays, made
away with three-quarters of his income. Therest of it went in a doublet of fine cloth and
velvet breeches and shoes to match for holidays, while on week-days he made a brave figure in his best homespun. He had in his housea housekeeper past forty, a niece under twenty,
and a lad for the field and market-place, whoused to saddle the hack as well as handle the
bill-hook. The age of this gentleman of ourswas bordering on fifty; he was of a hardy habit,
spare, gaunt-featured, a very early riser and agreat sportsman. They will have it his surname
was Quixada or Quesada (for here there is some difference of opinion among the a
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