The little shop was dimly lighted—a lurid red glow at one side and a faint amber radiance from above. For a moment I stood looking around uncertainly—at the slovenly display-cases and tables, the unframed paintings on the walls, and the long shelves crowded with curios. “Perhaps something in particular the _señor_ would wish?” suggested the little old man ingratiatingly.…
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