As it was, my oldest and trustiest setter,
Abraham Mendez, received a blow on the head from one of the lads that will
deprive me of his services for a week to come,—if, indeed it does not disable
him altogether. Each became frightfully aware of
the other as a plastic energetic body, of the strong muscles of neck against cheek,
of hands gripping shoulder-blade and waist. The old lady’s face was stiff with anger. Grasping one
of chairs about the little table, he drew it forward and sat astride it, in a fashion
as insolent as it was unexpected. He remained standing by the
stem of the proa, his glance roving investigatingly. He no longer made love to her, as
there was no point. ‘Italian adventurer,’ explained her fiance briefly.
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