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He is strong, brave, agile, superb, triumphant as he stands there, let him continue and some day a slip shall come and he shall go. "Cogan said no doubt, at the same time wishing he were in the place of Torellas. The matador he had had his supreme moment. "Cogan looked up to the Roca's party. Her father was still wildly cheering Torellas.
His nostrils, his eyes, were flaming like blood, too. He ceased his weaving, raised, lowered his head, and bounded toward Torellas. And everybody there knew that it was the bull or the matador this time. The red cape of the matador seemed to leap forward, no loose ends now for a flying horn to catch, but a tight roll around the matador's left forearm.
"'And, señor surely' Ferrero had only stopped to get his breath 'it would be criminal not to view Torellas in all his splendor not as you have viewed him this mor-rn-ing that was play but in the full strength of his science, his art deliverin-g, señor, the final stroke to the ferocious bull.
When he came back to his place in the refuge beside Cogan, the air was quivering with buenos. 'Buenos! said Cogan also to him. 'Not bad no. said Ferrero very well pleased. "But the great thing was to come. 'El matador, el matador! Torellas, Torellas, they were shouting. And again Torellas came.
Torellas and my niece they have regard for each other, and she, the señora, sees no harm until this Guavera, the politician, comes. Oh, a great man he is to be in the next cabinet possibly. I repeat possibly. The señora waits for a chance to terminate with Torellas. Very well. Torellas receives many letters from foolish girls. So do I, and Ferrero. Pir-r-h what torero of fame does not?
'The reaction, Cogan thought, and Torellas, being so young and such a high-strung fellow, maybe it was only natural, and yet, thinking a moment later, it had come rather soon for an athlete in his fine condition. "In the sand lay the sword with which he had killed the bull, and while the people were cheering, stamping, hurling words of applause, endearment, love, at Torellas, he picked it up.
He looked toward the Rocas. The mother and Guavera were no longer talking, and Valera was again drawn back between them, but her father was leaning well forward with eyes fixed on Torellas. "There was great shouting when Torellas faced the bull and then a great silence. Torellas moved his cape-draped forearm up, down, coaxingly. The bull headed for him. Torellas stepped aside.
I know, señor, I who have been' he touched them off on succeeding finger-tips 'gaucho in Argentina, cowboy in your country, a soldier in the Chilean war, horse-breaker but I have not fingers sufficient I who have roamed far, I know men. And Torellas but you have seen him, señor? Ah-h then you, too, know. Is he not a man? Ah-h and surely a man can be but a man.
Torellas, sir, he ees born here, in thees very city, a Peruvian. We are proud of him. The prodeegious skill, the strength, the light foot, the stroke of the espada, the sword of Torellas a descending thunderbolt it ees but oh, he ees not to be descripsheeoned. Some day you shall see you shall not depart until you have seen. Even now he ees in Peru yes, sir in all South America the supreme matador.
But Luis Luis becomes wealthy. At once the señora must have a grand son-in-law. Torellas is a toreador, yes, but also Torellas is something more than that. The strong arm, the quick eye, the' Juan slapped himself on the left breast 'the brave heart, yes. But more than that.
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