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The boat came in slowly, breaking ice all the way, and the man picked up the wooden decoys, caught the calling hen and put her in her sack, and, with the dog slithering on the ice, picked up the ducks. The boatman's anger seemed to be gone and to be replaced by a solid satisfaction.

 

'No. I decided not to ask permission but to send word where I was dining. So they would not worry.'

 

'I seek it, too,' the Gran Maestro said. 'But rather vainly.'

 

'Yes. Unless you want to take the big Buick Roadmaster, with the Dynaflow drive. I've driven it all over Europe. It was in that last Vogue you sent me.'

 

He came over to the table and kissed Renata's hand, saying, 'Ciao, Renata.' He was almost tall, beautifully built in his town clothes, and he was the shyest man the Colonel had ever known. He was not shy from ignorance, nor from being ill at ease, nor from any defect. He was basically shy, as certain animals are, such as the Bongo that you will never see in the jungle, and that must be hunted with dogs.

 

“None of your exalted connections getting divorces?”

 

Romero was impressed. “This other one, too,” I said, pointing at Cohn.

 

“They’re all about the size of your smallest.”

 

“Drink your wine,” said Brett. “We’ve all been around. I dare say Jake here has seen as much as you have.”

 

“I’m not one of you literary chaps.” Mike stood shakily and leaned against the table. “I’m not clever. But I do know when I’m not wanted. Why don’t you see when you’re not wanted, Cohn? Go away. Go away, for God’s sake. Take that sad Jewish face away. Don’t you think I’m right?”

 

The high, double, tight-fitting door into the bull-ring swung open and Manuel saw the ring in the hard light of the arc-lights, the plaza, dark all the way around, rising high; around the edge of the ring were running and bowing two men dressed like tramps, followed by a third in the uniform of a hotel bell-boy who stooped and picked up the hats and canes thrown down on to the sand and tossed them back up into the darkness.

 

Just before the Puerto del Sol he turned into a cafe.

 

'It's not going to be a damned bitlike the lion,' Wilson told her,, 'Did you want another drink, Macomber?'

 

'But he hit it first/ Andre said. 'I want to go all by myself and shoot all by myself. Next year I can do it.' He went over in a corner and sat down to read a book. I had picked it up when we came into the kitchen to sit after supper. It was a library book — Frank on a Gunboat.

 

'Tell her they're playing them off their feet,' Mr. Frazer said.

 

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