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A good woman, mind' Juan leaned over and tapped Cogan's arm to let him know there must be no mistake on that point 'the best of women, but' he sighed 'Luis, he is from home six months in the year, and she it is who has the training of Valera. And once she was as like her father as oh, and such a heart! But she will become I fear it now like her mother. And her mother does not want Torellas.
Poor Torellas. Ah-h, but here ees Juan coming. He speaks the most beautee-full English. Behold Juan! "Ferrero was pointing out a square-shouldered, compactly built, bronzed man of five feet seven or so, who was carving curved shapes out of the air with his hands and pointing to one horse and then another in the parade to illustrate his words.
"But the bull-fighters in the ring did not believe that all was well. 'Torellas! Oh, Torellas! they were saying, and some were shedding tears, as they carried him to the dressing-room. Torellas was now conscious. He smiled at Ferrero, and he was smiling while they were undressing him, and he took Cogan's hand and held it while the others were telling him how it was.
Gracias, señor, and, with the one word 'Americano, and a nod of his head toward Cogan, Torellas held the cape to the nearest section of American blue-jackets who had been wondering, ever since the word had been passed, which was the American among the bull-fighters.
But the señora, Mr. Cogan, takes occasion to point the finger at me. "There is your mounted capeador, your brave toreador," she says to Luis, "and they are all alike." But Torellas is not so. My heart withers for him. You must understand, señor' Juan turned anew to Cogan 'that Torellas is as my own son. He tells me all.
A welcome from a younger to the older republic. There was to be a great bull-fight, at which Torellas was to make his last appearance before going to Spain. "Spain! Madrid! The highest of honors! Cogan looked at Torellas, but the matador didn't seem to be so very glad." The pump-man seemed to be listening to something. "Hear 'em?" he asked.
Never, never. And that is sad. But we have him. Let us not mourn. And you' Juan raised both hands high 'you and Torellas I love you both. "Cogan thought he heard her voice, the voice which never in his life he had heard, and hesitated. 'Proceed, said her father, and pushed him toward the door of the middle room. 'She is there. And Tina you remember Tina that night in Colon? She is also there.
Before the people could clear their choked-up throats to applaud, before many could realize what had happened, the bull was stumbling to his knees and Torellas was unwrapping the cape from his left forearm. One long, thundering in-and-out breath and they were mobbing Torellas with applause.
Cogan looked back to the matador. He was bowing, even smiling, to the audience, but Cogan, who was close enough to mark every line of his face, saw that he was getting no great joy of his triumph. "Torellas left the ring, and the banderilleros took possession.
'Ah-h, sighed they you could hear them 'now we shall see something. Torellas, holding the red cape before him, lured the bull, turned him skilfully, and, spinning on his heel, tempted the bull to wheel and charge again, and when the bull did so, and yet again and again, Torellas, holding him always at arm's length, swung him back and forth, himself retreating a step at a time, and with every step the bull plunging on after him.
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