When no one any longer approached, from the shadows would issue sadder but less pitiful sounds, cries of gratitude perhaps.

Then he would take up the basket and make his way to another place to repeat the same performance.
Maria Clara divined that there must be some misfortune there, and full of interest she asked concerning the strange creature.
"He's a leper," Iday told her.

"Four years ago he contracted the disease, some say from taking care of his mother, others from lying in a damp prison.

He lives in the fields near the Chinese cemetery, having intercourse with no one, because all flee from him for fear of contagion.

If you might only see his home! It's a tumbledown shack, through which the wind and rain pass like a needle through cloth.