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*I see. You know George Shiras three. He must be very interesting,'

 

'And that ain't all,' the tall waiter said. 'Look what he's done for Marcial Lalanda. Look what he's done for Nacional.'

 

'You said it,' the other waiter who had come in said. 'You said it then.'

 

He had been waiting to die all day, ever since nine o'clock in the morning.

 

'Come on,' said Wilson. 'The Memsahib can stay here in the car. We'll go to have a look at the blood spoor.'

 

She turned and called some one inside. A very fat woman came to the door. Her hair was gray and stiffly oiled in scallops around her face. She was short and commanding.

 

“Breeding be damned. Who has any breeding, anyway, except the bulls? Aren’t the bulls lovely? Don’t you like them, Bill? Why don’t you say something, Robert? Don’t sit there looking like a bloody funeral. What if Brett did sleep with you? She’s slept with lots of better people than you.”

 

“I want to sit down below, next time.” Brett drank from her glass of absinthe.

 

“Don’t get drunk, Jake,” she said. “You don’t have to.”

 

“Thanks, we’ll be in,” I said. I went back to the small room.

 

At the table there was another woman who had hair three times as white as hair can be, the Colonel thought she, also, had a pleasant face. There were two other women whose faces meant nothing to the Colonel.

 

'Yes. I can imagine. But I dream lately about this hand. Now that I have touched it carefully, we can talk about funny things if you like. What is there funny we should talk about?'

 

You have anything to say in your defence except to put your head back? he asked the portrait. You want some more, Shakespeare?

 

'The hell with it,' the Colonel said. 'Take us to the Gritti.'

 

'They won't be big for long,' the Colonel promised her.

 

 

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