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Augusto is lost on his mist, and falls for a lady on his Neighborhood.

Augusto returns home, with his butlers and maids, after having fallen in love.

Augusto plays chess with his friend Victor and they talk.

Augusto is in love

It soared through the clouds, a resplendent eagle, its powerful wings pearled with dew, its predatory eyes fixed on the sunlit mist, its heart asleep in sweet boredom under the shelter of a breast forged in storms.

Augusto has to make a decision.

A decisive step.

Augusto meets his "Beloved?"

Eugenia has a dialogue with Mauricio.

Augusto heads to the casino to talk to Victor..

When Augusto called at Don Fermín and Doña Ermelinda's house that other day, the maid let him into the sitting room, saying, "I'll let them know."

Liduvina, Liduvina!

Augusto tells Liduvina about Eugenia.

Augusto noticed that something unusual was happening to his friend Victor; he wasn't making any plays, he was listless and silent.

Eugenia rejects Augusto.

"You're impossible, Mauricio," Eugenia told her boyfriend in that tiny room by the goal.

"Do you remember, Augusto," Victor said, "that Don Eloíno Rodríguez de Alburquerque y Álvarez de Castro?"

Augusto falls in love with Rosario.

The women of Augusto Pérez.

Would you undertake the journey? Yes or no?

Antonio and Augusto talk in the casino.

Augusto and Victor talk about Victor's son and how Victor gets turned on by his wife.

Poor Augusto was dismayed. It wasn't just that he found himself, like Buridan's ass, caught between Eugenia and Rosario; it was that his tendency to fall in love with almost every woman he saw, instead of diminishing, was only increasing. And he came to discover some fatal things.

When Augustus emerged from his meeting with Paparrigopoulos, he was saying to himself: "So I have to either give up one of the two or find a third."

Augusto went to see Victor, to caress his late-born son, to revel in the contemplation of the new happiness of that home, and also to consult with him about the state of his spirit.

Augusto went to Eugenia's house, ready to attempt one last psychological experiment, the definitive one, though he feared she would reject him. He found her on the stairs, going down to leave as he went up to enter.

A new life then began for Augusto. He spent almost all day at his girlfriend's house, studying not psychology, but aesthetics.

Augusto frowned when one morning Liduvina announced to him that a young man was waiting for him, and then he found out it was Mauricio.

Everything was ready for the wedding.

Victor found Augusto huddled in the corner of a sofa, staring below the floor.

That tempest in Augustus's soul ended, as in a terrible calm, in the decision to commit suicide.

That same night Augusto left this city of Salamanca where he came to see me, not mye, FwRiceShower, but the author of this nivola, Miguel de Unamuno.

When I read the end of the previous chapter, the death of poor Augusto, I was left thinking, and the same thing happened to Unamuno when he received the telegram informing him of the death of poor Augusto.

And then they'll say that sorrows don't kill!