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"
I
was
enjoying
myself
to
such
an
extent
and
I
was
so
busy
clapping
my
hands
to
the
playing
of
Ricardo
and
aiding
to
make
up
a
team
to
clap
for
the
singing
of
the
Niña
de
los
Peines
that
I
did
not
notice
that
Finito
had
filled
his
own
napkin
by
now
,
and
that
he
had
taken
mine
.
He
was
drinking
more
manzanilla
now
and
his
eyes
were
very
bright
,
and
he
was
nodding
very
happily
to
every
one
.
He
could
not
speak
much
because
at
any
time
,
while
speaking
,
he
might
have
to
resort
to
his
napkin
;
but
he
was
giving
an
appearance
of
great
gayety
and
enjoyment
which
,
after
all
,
was
what
he
was
there
for
.
"
So
the
banquet
proceeded
and
the
man
who
sat
next
to
me
had
been
the
former
manager
of
Rafael
el
Gallo
and
he
was
telling
me
a
story
,
and
the
end
of
it
was
,
‘
So
Rafael
came
to
me
and
said
,
"
You
are
the
best
friend
I
have
in
the
world
and
the
noblest
.
I
love
you
like
a
brother
and
I
wish
to
make
you
a
present
.
"
So
then
he
gave
me
a
beautiful
diamond
stick
pin
and
kissed
me
on
both
cheeks
and
we
were
both
very
moved
.
Then
Rafael
el
Gallo
,
having
given
me
the
diamond
stick
pin
,
walked
out
of
the
café
and
I
said
to
Retana
who
was
sitting
at
the
table
,
"
That
dirty
gypsy
had
just
signed
a
contract
with
another
manager
.
"
’
"
‘
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
Retana
asked
.
’
"
‘
I
’
ve
managed
him
for
ten
years
and
he
has
never
given
me
a
present
before
,
’
the
manager
of
El
Gallo
had
said
.
‘
That
’
s
the
only
thing
it
can
mean
.
’
And
sure
enough
it
was
true
and
that
was
how
El
Gallo
left
him
.
"
But
at
this
point
,
Pastora
intervened
in
the
conversation
,
not
perhaps
as
much
to
defend
the
good
name
of
Rafael
,
since
no
one
had
ever
spoken
harder
against
him
than
she
had
herself
,
but
because
the
manager
had
spoken
against
the
gypsies
by
employing
the
phrase
,
‘
Dirty
gypsy
.
’
She
intervened
so
forcibly
and
in
such
terms
that
the
manager
was
reduced
to
silence
.
I
intervened
to
quiet
Pastora
and
another
Gitana
intervened
to
quiet
me
and
the
din
was
such
that
no
one
could
distinguish
any
words
which
passed
except
the
one
great
word
‘
whore
’
which
roared
out
above
all
other
words
until
quiet
was
restored
and
the
three
of
us
who
had
intervened
sat
looking
down
into
our
glasses
and
then
I
noticed
that
Finito
was
staring
at
the
bull
’
s
head
,
still
draped
in
the
purple
cloth
,
with
a
look
of
horror
on
his
face
.
"
At
this
moment
the
president
of
the
Club
commenced
the
speech
which
was
to
precede
the
unveiling
of
the
head
and
all
through
the
speech
which
was
applauded
with
shouts
of
‘
Olé
!
’
and
poundings
on
the
table
I
was
watching
Finito
who
was
making
use
of
his
,
no
,
my
,
napkin
and
sinking
further
back
in
his
chair
and
staring
with
horror
and
fascination
at
the
shrouded
bull
’
s
head
on
the
wall
opposite
him
.
"
Toward
the
end
of
the
speech
,
Finito
began
to
shake
his
head
and
he
got
further
back
in
the
chair
all
the
time
.
"
‘
How
are
you
,
little
one
?
’
I
said
to
him
but
when
he
looked
at
me
he
did
not
recognize
me
and
he
only
shook
his
head
and
said
,
‘
No
.
No
.
No
.
’
"
So
the
president
of
the
Club
reached
the
end
of
the
speech
and
then
,
with
everybody
cheering
him
,
he
stood
on
a
chair
and
reached
up
and
untied
the
cord
that
bound
the
purple
shroud
over
the
head
and
slowly
pulled
it
clear
of
the
head
and
it
stuck
on
one
of
the
horns
and
he
lifted
it
clear
and
pulled
it
off
the
sharp
polished
horns
and
there
was
that
great
yellow
bull
with
black
horns
that
swung
way
out
and
pointed
forward
,
their
white
tips
sharp
as
porcupine
quills
,
and
the
head
of
the
bull
was
as
though
he
were
alive
;
his
forehead
was
curly
as
in
life
and
his
nostrils
were
open
and
his
eyes
were
bright
and
he
was
there
looking
straight
at
Finito
.
