He leaned forward over the papers. He was no longer interested. The appeal that Manuel had made to him for a moment when he thought of the old days was gone.
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“I don’t know. Whatever stuff they’ve got in the corrals. What the veterinaries won’t pass in the daytime.”
“I don’t like to substitute,” Manuel said.
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He tapped with his knuckles on the table
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Retana leaned forward across the desk and pushed a wooden box of cigarettes toward Manuel.
“Have a cigarette,” he said.
“Thanks.”
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He looked pale, and his coleta pinned forward on his head, so that it would not show under the cap, gave him a strange look
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There was a brass plate on the oak shield the bull’s head was mounted on
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Manuel looked up at the stuffed bull. He had seen it often before. He felt a certain family interest in it. It had killed his brother, the promising one, about nine years ago.
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Manuel knocked with his knuckles on the desk.
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on the walls were framed photographs and bullfight posters.