noon
I 'll see . '' `` I ca n't keep you here , but I do n't want you to starve . Come here from time to time . '' After walking about town all the morning , Manuel found himself at noon on the Ronda de Toledo , leaning against the wall of Las Americas , at a loss to know what to do with himself . To one side , likewise seated upon the turf , was a loathsome , terribly ugly , flat-nosed gamin , with a clouded eye , bare feet , and a tattered jacket through whose rents could be glimpsed his dark skin , which had been tanned by the sun and wind . Hanging from his neck was a canister into which he threw the cigarette ends that he gathered . `` Where do you live ? ''