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He resumed, 'The place is full of correspondents dressed according to their taste. Some are cynical and some are extremely eager.

 

'It is such a sad science; if it is a science,' the girl said. 'I hate the war monuments, though I respect them.'

 

'Very,' said the Colonel. 'Gran Maestro, some more of that Roederer, please, and please place a chair in such a position that we may view a portrait. We are devotees of the pictorial arts.'

 

'He'd devaluate,' the Colonel said. 'At any rate, it would be an interesting experiment.'

 

Cheer up, boy, he said. Remember you had a lot of money on you when you picked that one. And you might have been stripped if you lost. You can't fight a lick any more with your hands and you didn't have any weapon.

 

'You see, Nick, babies are supposed to be born head first, but sometimes they're not. When they're not they make a lot of trouble for everybody. Maybe I'll have to operate on this lady. We'll know in a little while.'

 

'He was more than any husband could ever be/ Peroxide said. 'We were married in the eyes of God and I belong to him right now and always will and all of me is his. I don't care about my body. They can take my body. My soul belongs to Steve Ketchel. By God, he was a man.'

 

He had done it too many times in his imagination. Too

 

'Leave you? What hasn't left you?' said the sister. 'Don't you want me to make up the bed? I'm paid to do that.'

 

'That was a fine way to look at it/ the cook said. 'Didn't Jack Johnson knock him out though?'

 

We got into Pamplona late in the afternoon and the bus stopped in front of the Hotel Montoya. Out in the plaza they were stringing electric-light wires to light the plaza for the fiesta. A few kids came up when the bus stopped, and a customs officer for the town made all the people getting down from the bus open their bundles on the sidewalk. We went into the hotel and on the stairs I met Montoya. He shook hands with us, smiling in his embarrassed way.

 

“It’s pretty grand,” Bill said. “God, I love to get back.”

 

“Tell him Brett wants to see him put on those green pants.”

 

Romero looked up smiling. “Pipe down! I know that,” he said.

 

I could not find the bathroom. After a while I found it. There was a deep stone tub. I turned on the taps and the water would not run. I sat down on the edge of the bath-tub. When I got up to go I found I had taken off my shoes. I hunted for them and found them and carried them down-stairs. I found my room and went inside and undressed and got into bed.

 

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