All the animals at the Hippodrome had been better treated
since she had been there. It was characteristic of the man that he
laughed at her to her face for her campaign against the national
cruelty, and in secret thought of her with admiration.
In many ways sexless, in others purely a woman, to every mood she
brought the charm of individuality.
_Tiens_! He was falling in love, he jeered to himself, cynically. In
love with that tall, silent creature, who was never in a hurry and
never in a temper, and who walked as if she had been bred in Andalusia.
Absurd! He was only interested. She had brains, and she never bored
him.
Besides, she was only twenty-four, and one could hardly allow a girl of
that age to be thrown warm and living to the wolves and vampires of
Barcelona. Perhaps he had been wrong in letting her do some
things--drink _absinthe_, for example. One lost one's sense of mental
and moral perspective in a place like this. At least he had guarded
her well. If he had not met her that day at the station, she might
have fallen into worse hands than his own.
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