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er more of them. The girl was a rip, and there was an end of it. He did not blame himself in the least for having kissed a rip--once. There was nothing in that. But he had kissed her twice--and that second kiss had given significance to the first. To think of it made him sore all over; it implied a tender relation, it made him seem the girl's lover. Why, it almost justified that sick-faced, grinning rascal, whose staring eyes had shocked him out of his senses. And what a damned fool he had made of himself with the crucifix! He ground his teeth together as he cursed himself for a sentimental idiot. For the rest of the way it was Gil Perez who cried up the quest--until he was curtly told by his master to talk about something else; and then Gil could have bitten his tongue off for saying a word too much. A couple of days at the Escorial, with nothing of Manuela to interfere, served Manvers to recover his tone. Before he was in the capital he was again that good and happy traveller, to whom all things come well in their seasons, to whom the seasons of all things are the seasons at which they come. He liked the bustle and flaunt of Madrid, he liked its brazen front, its crowded _carreras_, and appetite for shows. There was hardly a day when the windows of the Puerta del Sol had not carpets on their balconies. Files of halberdiers went daily to and from the Palace and the Atocha, escorting some gilded, swinging coach; and every time the Madrilenos serried and craned their heads. "_Viva Isabella!_" "_Abajo Don Carlos!_" or sometimes the other way about, the cries went up. Politics buzzed all about the square in the mornings; evening brimmed the cafes. Manvers resumed his soul, became again the amused observer. Gil Perez bided his time, and contented himself with being the perfect body-servant, which he undoubtedly was. On the first Sunday after arrival, without any order, he laid before his master a ticket for the _corrida_, such a one as comported with his dignity; but not until he was sure of his ground did he presume to discuss the gory spectacle. Then, at dinner, he discovered that Manvers had been more interested in the spectators than the fray, and allowed himself free discourse. The Queen and the Court, the _alcalde_ and the Prime Minister, the _manolos_ and _manolas_--he had plenty to say, and to leave unsaid. He just glanced at the performers--impossible to omit the _espada_--Corchuelo, the fi
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