Blood and Sand

tle remained unopened before him. He had to keep himself steady. He drank two cups of strong black coffee and then, lighting an enormous cigar, sat with

ys lodged at that same hotel in the Calle de Alcala, where the proprietors treated him as one of the family,

n superstition and continual exposure to danger he had come to believe that this hotel was a "Buena Sombra,"[2] and that whilst staying there no harm would happen to him. The risks of his profession he had to[Pg

rovinces, who passed him by with uninterested faces and without a glance, but who turned with curiosity on hearing from the servants that the handsome young

his soul, making him doubtful of himself, were the most painful in his profession. He did not care to go out into the street-he thought of the fatigues of the Corrida and the necessity of keeping himse

med smoke before his eyes which he turned from time to time with a self-satisfied air in

t of a man accustomed to adopt[Pg 5] a proud bearing before the public, drew himself up, dusted the ashes of his cigar from his coat sleeves with a flick, and adjusted the ring which, set wi

gold chain which crossed the upper part of his waistcoat from pocket to pocket, the pearl in his cravat, which seemed to light up the swarthy colour of his face with i

aves of hair which he wore curled on his temples, and he assumed a swaggering air before this feminine curiosity. For a torero h

fire of his eyes was quenched, his chin again s

e for pleasure, and the certainty of a few days of safety and rest. If God still protected him as He had done so many times[Pg 6] before, he would dine with the appetite of his former days of want, he would drink his fill too, and would then go in search of a girl

and to have an idol. They had made the young Gallardo "their own matador," giving him sage advice, and recalling at every turn their old adoration for "Lagartijo" or "Frascuelo."[5] They spoke to the "espada" as "tu," with pat

of their years and experience. They spoke of the "old Plaza" of Madrid, where only "true" toreros and "true" bulls were known, an

obably[Pg 7] you and those of your day wer

se or censure: people of problematic profession who appeared as soon as the news of Gallardo's arrival got about, besieging him with flatteries and requests for tickets. The general enthusiasm

ced him or clasped his hand, to a running a

!... How

ell, tha

her? the Se?o

ks. She is at

ter and the l

health,

lous fellow, you

As great a ta

e family? Is

And he bit his nails i

ger, of whose life, beyond his love for b

uite well?-Come along, I am glad to m

use all these friends had just come from the Plaza, after seeing the separation and boxing of the animals, and

ts than any other torero. Since the Corrida of the Feast of the Resurrection,[10] the first important event in the taurine year. Gallardo had gone from place to place killing bulls. Later on, when August and September came round, he would have to spend his ni

rrive in Madrid in the morning. He had spent a wakeful night, only sleeping by snatches, boxed up in the small sitting accommodation t

illing it. "Let us see what you can do this afternoon," they said with the fervour of[Pg 9] zealots, "the fraternity[11] expects

which overpowered him, when a man holding two children by the hand, pushed open the glass doors of the dining-room, regardless of the servant's enquiries as to his business. He smiled seraphica

he welfare of the family, after which the

king to see him. He's exactly

nts which adorned the walls of their poor little home, a supernatural being whose exploits and

f the two rubbed a red cheek against the torero's hand, a

en, thinking in this way to secure their future, and to have to appear at baptisms was one of the penalties of his fame. This, particular godson reminded him of bad t

s, Comparé?" enquired Galla

tting a livelihood, thanks to his dealings in the ba

ionately at his threadb

cket.-- Good-bye, my dear fellow. Here's a trifle to buy yourselves some little thing," and while the lit

in making clear, in his very confused thanks, whether his delight was for the present to t

d the children in his room. Then he looked at his watch. Only

ed in an old cloak came out[Pg 11] of the hall-porter's office, barring his wa

am 'la Caracolá,[15] the Se?ora Dol

s burning like live coals,-the eyes of a witch. At the same time, knowing what wo

you rascal! I am very badly off, my son. I have not even a shift, and nothing has entered my mouth to-day but a little Cazaya.[17] They keep me, out of pity, in la Pepona's house, who is from over there-from our own country,-a v

is best to escape from her volubility, which by

panion of his early years, whom he had seen killed almost instantaneously, gored to the heart, in t

ce of a bird, broke out into enthusiastic praises of the brave boys, the good

eyes wide open. Some fine day a 'gachi' will steal and keep you. Can't you give m

enabled a number of inquisitive idlers and beggars who, attracted by the presence of the torero, had colle

uption of loafers, ne'er-do-wells and

their arms, flourished their caps and gr

é El Gallardo," "L

traits they had all seen in every paper, as long as ever they could, and then, to give their companions a chance of sharing their triump

hey swept their greasy sombreros towards him, spoke in a low voice and called him "Don Juan," in order to emphasise the difference between themselves and the rest of that irreverent, excited crowd. Some of them

nd overwhelmed him, and from which the hotel servants, who were bewildered

turned them out empty, distributing silver coins broa

fuel is finished! Leave

m with his muscular athletic arms, and ran upstairs, bounding up the steps with the lightness of a wrestler, while the

and saw him through the half open door, busy amid trunks

da[Pg 14] returned, the anxiety of those last hours before going to the Plaza. Bulls of Muira[19] and a Madrid audience. The danger, which when facing him

He longed to throw himself on one of the beds which occupied the end of the room, but again t

room, lighting another Havanna from t

any Muira bulls,-after all they were only like any other bulls,-still, he thought of his comrades fallen in the arena,-nearly all of them victims of animals fro

ell known things amongst his luggage, and finally he threw himself into an arm-chair, as if seized

eral curiosity, the desire to show himself calm and at ease before an admiring public, and above all the near approach of danger, real and personal, would insta

h the inside pocket of his coat and take out of his p

ked at the envelope which had been delivered to him on his arrival at the hotel, admiring t

elight. Ah! These people of high birth who had travelled much! How t

f abundantly. His enemies laughed at this athletic young fellow who by his love of scent belied the strength of his sex. E

feminine scents anointed his body as he went down into the arena among

ombining and mixing rare perfumes,-but the scent of that letter! It[Pg 16] was the scent of the person who had written it!-that mysterious sc

etter with a beatified sm

ood luck in Madrid. Congratulations beforehand on his expected triumph--." The l

ended "Your friend, Sol," all in a coldly friendly style, writing to him as "Usté"[21] with an amia

of the people little versed in reading, he could not suppress a

n! No one can discompose her! See how s

ld style was for letters only,-the ways of a great lady,-the precaut

she is! A ca

ride of a tamer who enhances his own glory by exagger

[Pg 17] Garabato passed in and out of the room, lad

very deft of hand, and seemed to tak

ier."[22] He had begun bull-fighting at the "Capeas"[23] at the same time as Gallardo, b

king face like a white scrawl. It was a goring he had received in the Plaza of some town he had visited and which had nearly

and the cruel part of it was that people used to laugh at his misfortunes, a

ld friend. He was Gallardo's most fervent admirer, though he sometimes took advantage of this confidential intimacy to allow hi

e up bulls? Never!! So that all memory of the past should not be effaced, he combed his coarse hair in curls above his ears, and preserved on h

ened this capillary appendage. "You dare to wear a pig-tail, shameless do

d only replying by a shrug of his shoulders to the exultation of his master when, on returning from a bull-fight, after

ld not speak otherwise to the "maestro,"[25] but the "tu" was accompanied by a grave face, and an expression of gen

nglish cloth,-a present from his[Pg 19] master, he had the lapels of his coat covered with pins and safety-pins, while several threaded

had been placed upon the bed, he passed the numerous arti

om, without looking at Gallardo, and, as if he were sp

o'c

rvant's presence. He put the letter into his pocket-book, and then walked laz

rything

istorted and his eyes opened unnaturally wide, as if

hes have y

fore he could speak, his master's w

Madrid,-bulls from Muira,-and you put me out red clothes like those poor Manuel, El Espartero, wore! You ar

fight in Madrid in red clothes,[Pg 20] after what had happened! His eyes sparkled with rage, as if he had just received some treacher

the door cut the sce

d rings. Gallardo recognised him at once with the facility for remembering faces acquired by those who live constantly rubbing sho

s all he could remember about him. His name? He knew so many people! What did he call himself?-Al

e! When did you arrive? Are

rd, so that the furniture, walls, or anyone passing along the passage outside should be aware of his intimacy with the great man. 'He had arrived that morning and was returning on the following day. The journey was solely to see Gallardo. He had rea

ly cut short the h

excuse me. I wil

towards an unnumbered door

Garabato, in a voice more hoarse than u

ge. He knew what that sudden rush meant, just at dressing time,-"the relief of fear" they called it in the profession, and his smile expressed satisfaction to see once more that

was Doctor Ruiz, a popular physician who had spent thirty years signing the bulletins of

fectionate chaff at the expense of the Doctor's good-natured character and personal untidiness. His admiration was that of the populace

stood up, his protuberant and flabby stomach seemed to shake under his ample waistcoat as he spoke. As he sat down this same part of his anatomy rose up to his meagre chest. His clothes, stained and

od as bread, but 'touched.' He will never have a peseta. Whatever

trouble to explain, and which was only clear in its exterminatory negations. The toreros spoke to him as a father, he called them all "tu," and it was sufficient for a telegram to come from the furthest e

long absence, pressing his flaccid abdomen

He thought the espada l

?..." asked Gallardo, with Andalusian laziness.... "El Nacional[28] s

be a better banderillero. As for you, what ought to interest you is to go on killing bulls,

m which the greatest wonders might be expected. The two men who, after bowing to each other, had sat together in the room for a long time in silence, now stood up face to face, and Gallard

name? Pardon me-you under

st recur suddenly to his memory and repaired his forgetfulness by adding after the name "a rich mine-owner in Bilbao," and then presented "the famous Dr. Ruiz,

u won't disturb[Pg 24] me there. Talk and pay no attention to me. I am going to dress, as we

e gave himself over into the hands of Garabato, who had opened a Russia leather bag

orn of daily practice. After washing himself Gallardo resumed his seat. The servant then sprinkled his hair with brilliantine and

he operation, fastened it on the top of his head with two hairpins, leaving its final dressing for a later stage. N

s arms was marked with white wheals, the scars of ancient wounds. His dark hairless chest was crossed by two irregular purple lines, record also of bloody feats. On one of his heels the flesh was of a vi

g

otton wool and white bandages

Ruiz, interrupting his conversation with the

are all getting older. When I fought both bulls and hunger at the

th a thin layer of it; then, pulling out the bandages, he rolled them round in tight spirals, like the wrappings of an ancie

ndages he felt them both strong and agile. The servant then drew on the long stockings which came halfway up the th

ing before the looking-glass, endeavouring to see both back and front, he bent

the torero was fully dressed, and then Gallardo put his feet into the pumps which he chose from

ed silk, with heavy gold embroidery up the seams. Gallardo slipped them on, and the thick cords, ending in gold tassels, which drew in the lower ends, hu

the most important operations as a matador's "machos" must be well tightened and Garabato, with nimble dexterity soon ha

d it Garabato knotted the long cravat that hung down dividing the chest with its red line till it lost itself in the waistband of the drawers. Now remained the most complicated a

ends at the other end of the room, fas

" he said to his servant,

nged the position of the band of silk. In some[Pg 27] turns the sash was folded double, in others it was completely open, and always adjusted to the matador's waist, smooth and seemingly like one piece without wrinkles or unev

d ill-humouredly. "Curse yo

all round his master's body, making his clothing literally all one piece. To get out of them the Torero would have to resort to the aid of scissors in other hands. He could

pport of the pins, and fastened it to the 'Mona,' a bunch of ribbons like a black cocka

of his costume. He asked Garabato to hand him the cigar he had left on the bedside ta

o not like to go early to the Plaza. Every tile in the

that the[Pg 28] carriage with the "cuadr

. The tobacco-coloured silk was only visible on the inside of the arms, and in two triangles on the back. Almost the whole fabric was hidden beneath a mass of golden tufts and gold-embroidered flowers with coloured precious stones in their petals. The epaulettes were heavy masses of gold embroidery, fro

'La Monte

border and pompons which stood out on either side like large ears. Gallardo put it on,

the c

ly mantle of silk, the same colour as his clothes, and, like them, covered with gold embroidery. Galla

g

so bad. Now

llow him. Garabato tucked under his arm a large bundle of red cloth, fro

illed with a noisy, excited crowd, as if some great event had just happened, and

up with outstretched hands as if the

May all go w

all social distinction

uck, Do

y side, regardless of the anxiou

ny thanks..

He was pale with a moist pallor like a sick man, but he laughed with the joy of life, and, going to meet his public

n his left hand, and swayed from his hips under his gorgeous

ake way, please! Many t

ressed but enthusiastic roughs who crowded round the hotel door. They had no money to go to the corrida, but they took

already hoisted himself on to the box seat with his bundle of cloth and swords. Behind sat three toreros with their capes on th

amid the jostling of the crowd, he managed at last to reach the steps of the carriage. Ami

tlemen," he said cur

and he smiled and nodded his acknowledgment of the cries and sho

pass, but many hung on to the carriage, in imminent danger of falling under its wheels. Sticks and hats were brandished in the air. A wave of enthusiasm s

e fellows!...

He was moved by this outburst of[Pg 31] popular enthusiasm, and prou

age as fast as their legs could carry them, as if they expected

ll hurrying to the outskirts of the town. Every sort of vehicle, ancient or modern, figured in this transient but conf

ers, trotted along gaily to the tinkling of their silvery bells. Every moment could be heard exclamations of terror as some child, threading its way from one pavement to the other, regardless of the rushing stream of vehicles, emerged with the agility of a monkey from under the carriag

with a pompon on one side like a cockade, and yellow padding on their legs. These were the picadors,[33] [Pg 32]rough men of wild appearance who carried, cling

wd and excite all its enthusiasm. "There's Fuentes!" "That's El Bomba!" cried the people, and pleased at having recognised them, they

ts rows of trees beginning to turn green under the breath of spring. The balconies were black with onlookers and the roadway was

vista was closed by the Puerta de Alcala outlined like a triumphal arch aga

rilleros he had not uttered a word. They also were pale and silent with anxiety for the unknown. Now that they w

ad run after the carriage acclaiming Gallardo had lost their breath and had scattered amongst the traffic, but all the same, people glanced behind th

otting mules. Dull roars came from various groups standing on the pavement. These must have been demonstr

e sat El Nacional, the banderillero in whom he placed most trust, a big, hard man, older by ten years than himself, with a grave manner and eyebrow

in of Madrid," said El Nacional, "

give vent to the thoughts that were weighing on him, replied,

was passing through the Prado in the direction of Castellana and cut

and the procession of priests who broke into a mournful chant as they gazed,[Pg 34] some with

ontero. His banderilleros did the sam

Gallardo, "Take off

nvinced, by some confused intuition, that this impie

he sulkiness of a thwarted child, as he saw the cross m

p for some time to let t

"Who can have thought of bringing a funeral across the way t

ders. "Superstition and fanaticism! God or

ve preoccupation of the other toreros, and they began to laugh at their companio

g all the other vehicles which were converging on the Plaza. On arriving there it turned to the left, making for the door

g

rriage, pushing and elbowing his way in order to save his clothes from the touch of dirty ha

se, gentlemen!"

people who, before taking their seats, wished to get a near view of the bull-fighters, whilst on horseback, mount

over the doors and pots of flowers in the windows. It was quite a small town of offices, worksho

the various groups, and his name passed from

is El Gallardo!" "

lic, swaggered along, serene as a god and gay and self-satis

is neck and at the same time a strong

eauty! Three chee

rt distance. He leant his head on the espada's shoulder and let it remain there, as though he intended to drop off into a sleep of ecstasy in that position. Gallardo pushed and

his, and die of envy! They may have ships, they may have money, but that's all ro

ough the crowd around a door he entered a small dark and narrow room, at one end of which lights were burning. It was the chapel. An old picture called "The Virgin of

e darkness some stood bareheaded in the front row, whilst others sat on benches and chairs, the greater part of them turning t

eir lives the same as the "Maestros," scarcely caused a whisper by th

g

longed murmur, a name rep

It is el

on. The lights were reflected in his gipsy eyes and fell across the fine agile kneeling figure. After he had finished his prayer and crosse

led with fear and remorse. He prayed for protection with the fervour of ignorant men who live in continual danger and who believe in every sort of adverse influence and supernatural protection. For the first time in the whole of that day he thought of his wife and his mother. Poor Carmen down in Seville waiting for his telegram! The

ance, he left the chapel still under its influence, with clou

he[Pg 38] was saluted by a clean-shaven gentleman

moving on. "As I said before,

f la Prosperidad and for years past had maintained a heated controversy with another parish priest in the centre of Madrid who claimed a better right to mon

reserved for the sacristan. He hired a smart carriage, at the expense of the management, and, carrying under his coat

ndalised by the behaviour of the public. All had their heads u

will do me the favour of going outs

placed them in a painted wooden box. He, too, having concealed his sacred deposit, hur

in silk and gold embroidery, horsemen in yellow with large beavers, Alguaciles

rilleros, and beyond these again, in the courtyard outside, the clattering rearguard, the stern, steel-clad squadron of picadors, redolent of hot leather and manure, and mounted on skeleton horses with a bandage over one eye. In the far distan

en a shining patch of blue sky, the roof of the Plaza, and a section of the seats with its compact,

of an immense lung, and faint harmonious sounds floated on the wa

of the spectators on the nearest benches, who peered over in their

this preoccupation was manifested in an apparently unending arrangement and re-arrangement of their capes-spreading them over the shoulder, folding the ends round the waist, or arranging them so that under this mantle of bright colours their legs, cased in silk and gold, should be free and without encumbrance. All their faces were pale,

was the arrival of the alguaciles in their small black capeless mantles and broad hats surmounted with red and yellow feathers. They had

nd on which would be enacted the afternoon's tragedy, one which would excite the feelings and rejoicings of fourteen thousand spectators. The confused, harmonious sounds now bec

nce of the quiet arcade to the roar of the Ring, where the crowd[Pg 41] on the tiers of benches, th

mpulse which agitates a crowd, sending a shiver down its backbone and giving it goose-creeps for no particular reason, affected the entire Plaza. Some applauded, others, more enthusiastic or more nervous, shouted, the music clanged, and in the midst of this universal tumult, the cuadrillas advanced solemnly and s

left outside the barricades. Now they trod the arena. They were face to face with their public. Reality had come. The longing for glory in their barbarous, ignorant minds, the

at moment capable of killing every bull alive on the broad pasture lands of Andalusia or Castille. All the applause was meant for him, he was quite sure of that. The thousands of feminine eyes, shaded by white mantillas, in the boxes or along the barriers, were fixed on him only, of that there could be no man

t an alguacil caught in his hat the key thrown to him by the president, Gallardo walked towards the barrier behind which his most enthusiastic

and sticks, to greet the matador, and loudly proclaiming th

inst the barrier, proud of hi

! He will do

amongst the crowd, which anticipated deep excitement. He was a torero who promised "hule"[39]-accordi

g

y applauded him with homicidal enthusiasm, with a barbarous interest, like that of the misanthrope

ules forsooth!... He ignored them and took no trouble to learn them. Bravery and audacity only were necessary to ensure victory. Almost blindly, with no other rule than his own te

estros'" side. The bulls' horns caused him no fear. "Hunger gores worse," he said. The great thing was to rise

n as are paid to a condemned man in the chapel. This torero was not one who held anything back; he gave them everything, including his life. He was worth the money he cost. And the crowd, with the brutalit

g

nless, as though the eyes of the whole audience were fixed on him. That bull was for some one else. He would give signs of existence when his own bull came out. But the applause at the cloak play executed by his companions, drew

han before, as though any expression of gratification that was not for him was a studied insult. Now his turn had come:

ast's muzzle. A picador of his own cuadrilla, the one named Potaje, was thrown from his horse, and lay helpless close to the horns. The maestro seizing the fierce bea

he centre of the arena. There was nothing graceful in his movements, nor any proud daring, "simply the question of earning his bread."[Pg 45] Down in Seville he had four little ones, who,

ers applauded, while others, alluding to his ideas,

ics and st

ance, heard these shouts, and acknowl

ets and drums which announced the final death stroke, became restless and buzze

s, devouring their idol with their eyes, but no one could hear the "brindis."[41] The proud figure with its magnificent stature, the body thrown back to give more strength to his voice, produced the same effect on the masses as the most eloquent harangue. As he ended his speech, giving a half turn and t

ought that the Plaza had suddenly become empty. The life of thousands of

ta resting against his stomach like a flag, and with sword w

followed by El Nacional and another peon of his cuadr

t, eve

urthest benches, and was answered by a roar of admiration.... "Go o

lmly he unrolled the muleta, and spread it, advancing a few steps at the same time, till he flu

ne foot, inciting the animal to attack, and the enormous mass of flesh, with its sharp defences, fell bellowing upon him. The muleta passed over its horns, which grazed the tassels and[Pg 47

each time more infuriated by the deception, again and again attacked the fighter who repeated the passes with the muleta, scarcely

on his face and right hand. Becoming familiar with the feeling he seemed to look on the

yes full of sombre reflexion at this man and his red cloth, suspecting in his limited brai

ing it round the stick, and raised his right to the height of his eyes, standing with the sword bending down towards the nape of th

and catch him. He was acting outside all rules of the art. Bu

nd beast formed one confused mass, and thus advanced a few paces. No one could see who was the conqueror; the man with one arm and part of his body between the

emerged staggering from the impetus of the shock, till some distance away he recovered his equilibrium. His c

to the hilt scarcely could be seen. Suddenly it stopped short in its career, rolling with a painful curtseying motion; then

pale, trembling, gesticulating, waving their arms. Dead! What a sword thrust!... They had all thought for a second, that the matador was impaled on the bull's horns, all thought they would a

not finding any better word with which to express t

g

f hail from bench to bench, as the matador advanced through the arena, followi

the matador. "He ought to be given the ear."[43] "Never was the honour better deserved." "Sword-thrusts like that are seldom seen," and the enthusiasm

d, as if the audience had not recovered from its astonishment, and nothing that coul

pplause they gained sounded weak and timid after the outburst that had preceded it. The public seemed exhausted by their

tes arose between

overed from the wave of enthusiasm which had mastered them in common with everyone

of the idol who were even more vehement and brutal, and who admired his audacity from innate sympathy,

he amphitheatre. Everybody stood up, turning their backs on the arena, and arms and sticks were flourished above the sea of heads. The rest of the audience forgot t

y yelled joyfully. "Now

is neighbour's head, but all they were able to see was the slow ascent of the police, who pushed a way

who were prevented from seeing the arena,

evious regularity during the progress of the corrida. But the audience seemed to have its nerves over-strained, a

of the Plaza walked round between the barriers, throwing up the articles asked for with marvellous dexterity. Oranges flew like golden balls up to the very highest benches, in a st

f the Plaza, with the banderillas in his hand, quiet and self-possessed, moving slowly, as if he were beginning some game. The bull followed his movements with anxious eyes, astonished to see this man alon

ascinated, to the opposite end of the Plaza. The animal seemed cowed by the fighter, and obeyed his every movement, until at last, thinking the game had lasted long enough, the man opened his ar

hought themselves "connoisseurs" now had their revenge for the explosion[Pg 52] of adm

val. Outside the Plaza he esteemed his rivals with the fraternity established by danger; but once they trod the arena they all became his enemies and their triumphs pained him like insults. This general enth

motionless. Then Gallardo would touch it on the muzzle with one foot, or would take off his montero and lay it between the animal's horns. Again and again

es that would not have been tolerated in former days!"... But amidst the gen

test. "He with the banderillas!"... They all knew his failing in that respect. Banderilla play was only for those who had risen in their career step by step, who before arriving at bei

shouted

ed and thumped i

! You know well enough

th the animal's start of surprise, but this did not signify. With the tolerance that a crowd always has for its idol excusing, even justifying, its shortcomings, the spectators watched this daring act smilingly. Gallardo, rendered still more audacious, took a second pair of banderillas an

f six, and those were so feebly planted tha

he bull, while Gallardo with his montero on his head, grasping rapier and muleta

g

you!" he c

s. It was Fuentes a few steps behind him who had followed him with his cloak on his arm pret

f angrily, and yet respectfully, as if

disclaiming all responsibility. Turning his back he move

head that tore the muleta out of his hand. Finding himself disarmed and attacked he was obliged to run for the barrier, but at this instant Fuentes' cloak diverted the animal's charge. Gallardo, who guessed during his f

ront of the brute's head, but this time not so calmly. The lust of slaughter dominated him, an intense desi

e moment had come he squared himself, the muleta lo

g

e protested, fear

ike! Stop!

e all rise to their feet, their eyes starting, whilst the women h

despite his weight and strength of muscle, this well-built man was lifted, was twirled about on its point like a helpless dummy until the powerful beast with a toss

s gored in the stomach!" t

ith a smile he passed his hands over his body, and then shrugged his shoulders to show he was not hu

eckless excitement, as if he discredited the powers of its horns now he had emerged unhurt. He was determined to kill or to die. There must be neither delay nor precautions. It must be either t

g

s admirers said, "like lightning." He thrust his arm in so far, that as he drew back from between the horns, one of them grazed him, sending him staggering several steps. But he kept his feet, and

paid back their entrance money with interest." The aficionados would have enough to keep them talking for three days at their evening meetings in the C

world!... If anyone dares to d

d any attention. It all seemed insipid an

ident's chair to the door of exit. They pressed round him, anxious to shake his hands, or even to touch his clothes, till finally the wildest spirits, regardless of the blows of El Nacional and t

geous cape around him he let himself be carried like a god, erect and motionless, abov

who had not seen the corrida but who had already heard of his triumphs, a smile of pride,

ccident and terrible fall, asked if he was in p

thing more.... The bull that

e of his former weakness had surged up, and he thought

d or Nature"; that's it. Neither God or Nature meddle with bull-fighting affairs. Every one comes out of it as best he can, by his own skill or his o

as a sage, quite forgetting the laughter with which at oth

His exploits, to judge from their hyperbolic language, had become quite different, so much did the

imitated the rustic speech of the peasantry, shepherds, herdsmen, and such like, s

s warm reception, and went out

telegram home. You

elp his master to undress. The hotel peo

er telegram too that you must send. You know for whom i

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de Glo

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