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He did not notice the old used steel of his eyes nor the small long extending laugh wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, nor that his broken nose was like a gladiator's in the oldest statues. Nor did he notice his basically kind mouth which could be truly ruthless.

 

After noting this, the Colonel turned to the right and walked along the Square to the paved street which turned off on the right. As he turned, he stopped for a moment and looked at the church of Santa Maria del Giglio.

 

'I'm not quite sure I know,' the Gran Maestro said. 'But I will check. Your compatriot is over there in hearing distance. He would not let me seat him in the far corner.'

 

'Awful,' the Colonel told her. 'Forget it. Too many rear-guard actions coming back from Moskova.'

 

The shooter, who was not a Colonel now, nor anything but a gun handler, rose in the wooden barrel and got two. They hit the ice almost as solidly as the big ducks.

 

"It is strange," the old man said. "He never went turtle-ing. That is what kills the eyes."

 

I'll try it again, the old man promised, although his hands were mushy now and he could only see well in flashes.

 

He had sailed for two hours, resting in the stern and sometimes chewing a bit of the meat from the marlin, trying to rest and to be strong, when he saw the first of the two sharks.

 

"Very well, Manolin," the old man said. "I feel confident today."

 

They came. But they did not come as the Mako had come. One turned and went out of sight under the skiff and the old man could feel the skiff shake as he jerked and pulled on the fish. The other watched the old man with his slitted yellow eyes and then came in fast with his half circle of jaws wide to hit the fish where he had already been bitten. The line showed clearly on the top of his brown head and back where the brain joined the spinal cord and the old man drove the knife on the oar into the juncture, withdrew it, and drove it in again into the shark's yellow cat-like eyes. The shark let go of the fish and slid down, swallowing what he had taken as he died.

 

The man who was getting ready to say something spoke to me very low, 'Must be like getting on top of a hay mow.'

 

'All I say is you never had a mother,' I said to him. That's the worst thing you can say to insult a man in Spanish.

 

Thanking you and trusting wholly in your advice I am

 

'Here comes the Memsahib,' he said. She was walking over from her tent looking refreshed and cheerful and quite lovely. She had a very perfect oval face, so perfect that you expected her to be stupid. But she wasn't stupid, Wilson thought, no, not stupid.

 

On the far bank of the stream Macomber could see, above the trees, vultures circling and plummeting down.

 

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